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