She'd know in her time    She was young    A year to die    She had gazed a mile    In the corner in the night       And a man come to her    In the dead of old winter    And the doldrums [?]    To touch her body and her mind       Singing, Dum-diddle-dum    Days of fun, days of rum    Singing, Dum-diddle-dum    Days of fun, days of rum       Scarlet in the morning    Raise the bloody blind    Oh, she'd know in her time    She young    And young to die    But the roses never came    She was just some [?]    And in her bed, she bleeds    As she dreamt of a dying [?]       Singing, Dum-diddle-dum    Days of fun, days of rum    Singing, Dum-diddle-dum    Days of fun, days of rum