No coin in my coffer
No food in my bowl
A husband dead and gone
Up to God –
Rest his soul
Now will I turn to thieving
And risk the gallows tree
Or hitch up for a sovereign
Oh what's become of me
Ooh
Ooh
In the dark lanes of london
Black mary is my name
And I'm all yours for a sovereign
This body's yours to take
Oh how I long for home
Across the ocean wide
But the devil has my soul
And I'm doomed to walk the night
Ooh
Ooh
Oh if my love could see me
In poverty and sin
Would he recognize me?
His girl from limerick
Oh where is mary kelly?
Sold for a sovereign
Oh who will recognize me?
The girl from limerick
Ooh
Ooh
