A company girl of tender age

A company girl of tender age

I came to know my mother's trade



We're up at dark on the line

We're up at dark and on the line

Where morning cracks and spindles wide



Each night I hear her cough and curse

Each night I hear her cough and curse

Through restless eyes a bedside nurse



Now by her side, I'll end the chill

Now by her side, I'll end the chill

I'll lay her down in a potters field



I'd rather die and blow away

I'd rather die and blow away

Than take my rest in a company grave

I'd rather die and blow away