A company girl of tender age   A company girl of tender age   I came to know my mother's trade      We're up at dark on the line   We're up at dark and on the line   Where morning cracks and spindles wide      Each night I hear her cough and curse   Each night I hear her cough and curse   Through restless eyes a bedside nurse      Now by her side, I'll end the chill   Now by her side, I'll end the chill   I'll lay her down in a potters field      I'd rather die and blow away   I'd rather die and blow away   Than take my rest in a company grave   I'd rather die and blow away