Little Sadie

traditional Went out last night, take a little round Met little Sadie and I blowed her down Then I run right home and went to bed With a forty-four smokeless under my head The girls all heard little Sadie was dead They went home to be ragged in red Come a slippin' and a slidin' down the street In their loose mother hubbards and their stocking feet Well I began to think what a deed I'd done Grabbed my hat and I started to run I made a good run just a little too slow And they overtook me in Jericho