Woe Is Me

I’M sailing across the water, A-stealing bread and meat so free, Along with a precious harlot, And she has been the ruin of me.

I slept one night within a barn, A-stealing bread and meat so free, Along with a precious harlot, And she has been the ruin of me.

Next morning she would have me go, A-stealing bread and meat so free, To see with her the wild-beast show, For she would be the ruin of me.

I went with her to see the show, A-stealing bread and meat so free, To steal a purse she was not slow, And so she was the ruin of me.

They took us up, and with her I, A-stealing bread and meat so free: Am sailing now to Botany, So she has been the ruin of me.

I’m sailing across the water, A-stealing bread and meat so free, Along with a precious harlot, And she has been the ruin of me.