Pills of White Mercury
Dave Gunning

As (G)I was (Am)walking by the (C)banks of the (D)Ugie
(G)Come my dear (Am)fellows and a (C)story I will (D)tell
I (G)spied a dear (Am)comrade, (C)dressed in white (D)flannel
(G)Dressed in white (C)flannel and (D)cruel was his (G)fate

The (G)mercury was (Am)beating, the (C)limestone was (D)reeking
His (G)tongue all in(Am)flamed hung (C)over his (D)chin
With a (G)hole in his (Am)bosom, his (C)teeth were a (D)closin'
Bad (G)luck to the (C)girl who (D)gave it to (G)him

(Chorus)
And (G)had she but (Am)told me, (C)when she dis(D)honoured me
(G)Had she but (Am)told me (C)of it in (D)time
I (G)might have been (Am)cured by those (C)pills of white (D)mercury
But (G)now I'm a (C)young man cut (D)down in my (G)prime

My (G)parents they (Am)warned me and (C)oftimes they (D)chided
(G)With those young (Am)flash girls do (C)not sport and (D)play
But (G)I never (Am)listened, no (C)I never (D)heeded
I (G)just carried (C)on in my (D)own wicked (G)way (Chorus)

It was (G)down on the (Am)corner two (C)flash girls were (D)talking
(G)One to the (Am)other in a (C)whisper did (D)say
(G)There goes that (Am)young man who (C)once was so (D)jolly
But (G)now for his (C)sins his poor (D)body must (G)pay (Chorus)

Oh (G)doctor, dear (Am)doctor be(C)fore you de(D)parture
(G)Take all these (Am)bottles of (C)mercury (D)away
And (G)send for the (Am)minister to (C)say a prayer (D)over me
(G)Then you can (C)lay my poor (D)body in the (G)clay

Now (G)get you six (Am)fellows to (C)carry my (D)coffin
(G)Six pretty (Am)fair maids to (C)bear up my (D)pall
And (G)give each of (Am)them a (C)bunch of red (D)roses
So (G)when they pass (C)by me they'll (D)not know the (G)smell (Chorus)