The Bad Girl's Lament As I walked out of St. James' Hospital St. James' Hospital early one morn I spied my only fairest daughter Wrapped up in white linen as cold as the clay. So beat your drums slowly and play your pipes lowly And play the dead march as you bear me along Take me to the churchyard and throw the ground over me For I'm a young maiden and I know I've done wrong. Once on the street I used to look handsome Once on the street I used to dress gay 'Twas first to the ale house, then to the dance hall Then to the poor house, and now to my grave. Oh come, dear mother, and sit beside me Oh sit beside me and pity my case For my head it is aching, my heart it is breaking With sore lamentations I know I've done wrong. Oh send for the minister to pray o'er my body Oh send for the doctor to heal up my wounds Oh send for the young man that first came to court me That I may see him before I am gone. Oh send for the young sailors to carry my coffin Oh send for a young man to sing me a song Get four pretty maidens with a bunch of red roses To place on my coffin as you carry me along.