One Morning in May Songtext
von Clyde and the Milltailers

When I was a young man I used to seek pleasure
When I was a young man I used to drink ale
Out of the ale house and into the jailhouse
Out of the bar room and into my grave

Come mama come papa come sit you right by me
Come sit you right by me and pity my name
My forehead is aching my poor heart is breaking
My body′s salivating and I'm bound to die

Come call on the preacher to come prey for me
Come call on the doctor to clean up my wounds
My forehead is aching my poor heart is breaking
My body′s salivating and I'm bound to Hell


I want four young ladies to carry my coffin
I want four young ladies to carry me home
And each one of them a bunch of white roses
Lay at my body and not pass around

One morning
One morning
I spied a young lady
One morning
One morning
One morning in May
I spied a young lady all wrapped in white linen
Wrapped in white linen
And cold as the grave