She'd know in her time 

She was young 

A year to die 

She had gazed a mile 

In the corner in the night 



And a man come to her 

In the dead of old winter 

And the doldrums [?] 

To touch her body and her mind 



Singing, Dum-diddle-dum 

Days of fun, days of rum 

Singing, Dum-diddle-dum 

Days of fun, days of rum 



Scarlet in the morning 

Raise the bloody blind 

Oh, she'd know in her time 

She young 

And young to die 

But the roses never came 

She was just some [?] 

And in her bed, she bleeds 

As she dreamt of a dying [?] 



Singing, Dum-diddle-dum 

Days of fun, days of rum 

Singing, Dum-diddle-dum 

Days of fun, days of rum