As I was a-walking by the banks o' the Ugie
Come, my dear friends, and this story I'll relate
I spied a dear comrade all dressed in white flannel
Dressed in white flannel and cruel was his fate
Oh the mercury was beating, the limestone was reeking
His tongue all in flames hung over his chin
A hole in his bosom, his teeth were a-closing
Bad luck to the girlie that gied him the glim
[Chorus: after each verse]
And had she but told me, oh when she dishonored me
Had she but told me of it in time
I might have been cured by those pills of white mercury
Now I'm a young man cut down in my prime
My parents, they warned me and oft times they chided
With those young flash girls do not sport and play
I never listened, no, I never heeded
I just carried on in my own wicked way
It's down on the corner two flash girls were talking
One to the other did whisper and say
"There goes that young man who once was so jolly
Now for his sins his poor body must pay"
Oh doctor, dear doctor, before your departure
Take all these bottles of mercury away
Send for the minister to say a prayer over me
So they can lay my poor body in the clay
Now get you six fellows to carry my coffin
Six pretty fair maids to bear up my pall
Give each of them there a bunch of red roses
When they pass by me, they'll not know the smell
Writer(s): Traditional, Hall, Watson, Spiers
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com