Why, there are many songs that warn against drink and fast company. The ones you quote, BTW, I call the "beat the drums slowly" genre of song. "A Young Girl Cut Down in Her Prime" (or "Unfortunate Lass,” which is in the database) is one such, as is "When I Was On Horseback" by Steeleye Span. I think they are indeed related to "Streets of Laredo" although there is a cowboy song very close to "When I Was On Horseback", the lyrics of which escape me now. It does say "I am a poor cowboy, who done no one wrong."

I venture that the rarely heard full version of "Saint James Infirmary" (the one that begins, "I went down to Old Joe's bar-room") is also of this genre, except it asks for a twenty-dollar gold piece on the watch chain rather than roses and a jazz band rather than pipers.

"The devil has all the best songs,” as Martin Luther said. Here are a few, pardon if I didn't split up the lines properly. They are just songs of downfall and warning, not of the above genre to which I refer. I post them because they don't seem to be in the database and the muse moves me:

JACK RADCLIFFE

When first I came to Liverpool, I went upon a spree
Me hard earned cash I spent it fast, got drunk as drunk could be
And when me money was all gone 'twas then I wanted more
But a man must be blind, to have a mind to go to sea once more.
(Chorus) Once more! Once more! To go to sea once more!

Last night I slept with Angeline too drunk to roll in bed
Me pants were new, me money was too and in the dawn with them she fled
And as I went stumbling down the street the whores they all did say
There goes poor Jack, poor sailor lad, he must go to sea once more.
(Chorus) Once more! Once more! He must go to sea once more!

As I went walking down the street I spied old Napier Brown
I asked him would he take me in, he looked at me with a frown
He said, "Last time I took you in, with me you made no score"
"But I'll give you an advance, and give you a chance to go to sea once more.”
(Chorus) Once more! Once more! To go to sea once more!

He put me on board of a whaling ship, bound for the Arctic seas
Where there's ice and cold and the wind do blow and even our rum do freeze
Oh, I can't stay here, 'cause I got no gear, and I spent all me money in town
'Twas then that I said, "Oh, I wish I was dead, and could go to sea no more!"
(Chorus) No More! No more! Could go to sea no more!

Sometimes we catches sperm whales, boys and sometimes we do catch none
With a twelve-foot oar that's stuck in your paw you row the whole day long
And until the evening comes along you bend upon that oar
Your back's so weak, you wish you could seek a berth at sea no more
(Chorus) No more! No more! A berth at sea no more!

So come all me bold sea-faring laddies and listen to my song
When you get paid off of a damned long trip make sure you don't go wrong
Don't stay out all night, or go drinking rum, or go sleeping round with whores
But get married me lads, and spend all night in, and go to sea no more.
(Chorus) No more! No more! Go to sea no more!

THE BOSTON BURGLAR

I was born and raised in Boston, a city you all know well
Brought up by honest parents, the truth to you I'll tell
Brought up by honest parents, and reared most tenderly
Until I became a sporting lad, at the age of twenty-three.

My character was broken, and I was sent to jail
My friends and parents did their best, to get me out on bail
But the jury they found me guilty, and the judge he wrote it down
"For the breaking of the Union Bank, you are sent to Charlestown.”

I can see me dear old father, standing at the bar
And likewise my dear mother, tearing out her hair
Tearing out her old grey locks, as the tears came tumbling down
"My son, my son, what have you done, to be sent to Charlestown?"

They put me on an eastbound train, one cold December day
And at every station I passed by, you could hear the people say
"There goes the Boston Burglar, in fetters he is bound
For the breaking of the Union Bank he is sent to Charlestown

All you who have your liberty, take heed if you can
And don't go midnight rambling, or you'll break the laws of man
And if you do, you're sure to rue, and end up just like me,
Sentenced down to twenty years in the penitentiary.

SAVE YOUR MONEY WHEN YOU'RE YOUNG ME BOYS

(Forgot first two verses of earlier foolishness)

If you are a single man, I'll tell you what to do
Find yourself a pretty girl, and one who will be true
Find yourself a pretty girl; don't matter if she's bold
Who will stick with you for life and be a comfort when you're old.

(Chorus) For once I was a shanty boy, and wasn't I a lad
The way I spent me money, now wasn't it too bad
For it's now that I regret the day, I'm working out in the cold
Save your money when you're young, me boys, you'll need it when you're old.

And if you are a married man, I'll tell you what to do
Be true to your wife and children, as you are pledged to do
Stay away from grog shops, where liquor is bought and sold
And save your money when you're young me boys, you'll need it when you're old.

(Chorus same)