The Pills Of White Mercury

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As I was a-walking by the banks o' the Ugie
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Come, my dear friends, and this story I'll relate
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I spied a dear comrade all dressed in white flannel
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Dressed in white flannel and cruel was his fate

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Oh the mercury was beating, the limestone was reeking
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His tongue all in flames hung over his chin
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A hole in his bosom, his teeth were a-closing
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Bad luck to the girlie that gied him the glim

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And had she but told me, oh when she dishonored me
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Had she but told me of it in time
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I might have been cured by those pills of white mercury
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Now I'm a young man cut down in my prime

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My parents, they warned me and oft times they chided
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With those young flash girls do not sport and play
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I never listened, no, I never heeded
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I just carried on in my own wicked way

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And had she but told me, oh when she dishonored me
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Had she but told me of it in time
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I might have been cured by those pills of white mercury
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Now I'm a young man cut down in my prime

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It's down on the corner two flash girls were talking
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One to the other did whisper and say
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"There goes that young man who once was so jolly
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Now for his sins his poor body must pay"

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And had she but told me, oh when she dishonored me
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Had she but told me of it in time
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I might have been cured by those pills of white mercury
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Now I'm a young man cut down in my prime

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Oh doctor, dear doctor, before your departure
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Take all these bottles of mercury away
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Send for the minister to say a prayer over me
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So they can lay my poor body in the clay

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Now get you six fellows to carry my coffin
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Six pretty fair maids to bear up my pall
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Give each of them there a bunch of red roses
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When they pass by me, they'll not know the smell

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