The Unfortunate Lad

Lyrics

As I was a-walking down by the lough As I was a-walking one morning of late Who should I spy but my own dear comrade Wrapped up in flannel, so hard is his fate I boldly stepped up to, and kindly did ask him Why are you wrapped in flannel so white? My body is injured and sadly disordered All by a young woman, my own heart's delight Oh had she but told me when she disordered me Had she but told me of it at the time I might have got salts or pills of white mercury But now I'm cut down in the height of my prime Get six pretty maidens to carry my coffin And six pretty maidens to bear up my pall And give to each of them, bunches of roses That they may not smell me as they go along