Bad Girl from Nightjar by Liz Overs

One morning, one morning, one morning in May

I met this young lady wrapped up in white linen

All dressed in white linen, cold as the clay

When I was a young girl, I used to seek pleasure

When I was a young girl, I used to drink ale

Right out of an ale house down into the jailhouse

Right out of the bar room down to my grave

Come mama, come papa, and sit you down by me

Sit you down by me and pity my case
For my poor head is achin’ my poor heart is breakin’

I am a poor young girl and I know I’ve done wrong

Send for the preacher to come and pray for me

Send for the doctor to heal up my wounds

For my poor head is achin’ my sad heart is breaking

My body’s salivated and I know I must die

One morning, one morning, one morning in May

I met this young lady wrapped up in white linen

All dressed in white linen, cold as the clay

• Acoustic
• Folk
• folk
• singer-songwriter
• traditional folk
• United Kingdom