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Young Girl Cut Down in her Prime
Shirley & Dolly Collins
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As I was a-walking one midsummer's morning
As I was a-walking all on the highway
When who should I see but my own dearest daughter
With her head wrapped in flannel on a hot summer's day
Oh mother, dear mother, come sit you down by me
Come sit you down by me and pity my case
For my poor head is aching, my poor heart is breaking
And I've been no spirits and surely no son
Oh mother, dear mother, come send for the clergyman
And send for the doctor to heal up my wound
But likewise my young man whose heart it did wander
So that he may see me before I'm put down
And when I am dead to the churchyard bear with me
With six jolly fellers to carry me on
And in each of their hands a bunch of green grass
So they may not smell as I march along
So revel your drums and play your pipe over me
And sound the dead march as we walk all around
Then return to your homes and think on that young girl
For there goes a poor young girl cut down in her prime
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