I had a little sorrow
Born of a little sin
I found a room
All damp with gloom
And I locked myself within
And Little sorrow, weep, said I
And Little sin, pray God to die
While I upon the floor will lie
And think How bad I've been

Alas for pious planning
It mattered not a whit
For all the gloom
Within that room
The lamp might have been lit
My little sorrow wouldn't weep
My little sin would go to sleep
To save my soul
I couldn't keep
My graceless mind on it's

So up I got in anger
And I took a book I had
And then I put a ribbon in my hair
To please a passing lad
But one thing there's no getting by
I've been a wicked girl, said I
But if I can't be sorry, why
I might as well be glad