Come Papa, come Mama
And sit you down by me
Come sit you down by me
And pity my case
My poor head is aching
My sad heart is breaking
My body's salivated
And I'm bound to die
Oh, send for the preacher
To come pray for me
And send for the doctor
To heal up my wound
My poor head is aching
My sad heart is breaking
My body salivated
And I'm bound to die
I want three young ladies
To bear up my coffin
I want four young ladies
To carry me on
And each of them carry
A bunch of wild roses
To lay on my coffin
As they pass along
One morning, one morning
One morning in May
I spied this young lady
All wrapped in white linen
All wrapped in white linen
And cold as the clay
All wrapped in white linen
And cold as the clay
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Come Papa, come Mama
And sit you down by me
Come sit you down by me
And pity my case
My poor head is aching
My sad heart is breaking
My body's salivated
And I'm bound to die
Oh, send for the preacher
To come pray for me
And send for the doctor
To heal up my wound
My poor head is aching
My sad heart is breaking
My body salivated
And I'm bound to die
I want three young ladies
To bear up my coffin
I want four young ladies
To carry me on
And each of them carry
A bunch of wild roses
To lay on my coffin
As they pass along
One morning, one morning
One morning in May
I spied this young lady
All wrapped in white linen
All wrapped in white linen
And cold as the clay
All wrapped in white linen
And cold as the clay
And sit you down by me
Come sit you down by me
And pity my case
My poor head is aching
My sad heart is breaking
My body's salivated
And I'm bound to die
Oh, send for the preacher
To come pray for me
And send for the doctor
To heal up my wound
My poor head is aching
My sad heart is breaking
My body salivated
And I'm bound to die
I want three young ladies
To bear up my coffin
I want four young ladies
To carry me on
And each of them carry
A bunch of wild roses
To lay on my coffin
As they pass along
One morning, one morning
One morning in May
I spied this young lady
All wrapped in white linen
All wrapped in white linen
And cold as the clay
All wrapped in white linen
And cold as the clay
Writer: Bludyodel
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