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Come all you wild young men |
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And a warning take by me, |
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Never to lead your single life astray |
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And into no bad company. |
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As I myself have done, |
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It being in the merry month of May, |
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When I was pressed by a sea-captain |
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And on board a man-o-war I was sent. |
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We sailed on the ocean so wide |
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And our bonny bonny flag we let fly. |
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Let every man stand true to his gun |
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For the Lord knows who must die. |
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Oh our captain was wounded full sore |
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And so were the rest of his men. |
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Our main mast rigging it was scattered on the deck |
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So that we were obliged to give in. |
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Oh our decks they were spattered with blood |
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And so loudly the cannons did roar; |
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And thousands of times have I wished myself at home |
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And all along with my Polly on the shore. |
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She's a tall and a slender girl, |
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She's a dark and a-rolling eye, |
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And here am I lie a-bleeding on the deck |
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And for her sweet sake I would die. |
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So farewell to me parents and me friends, |
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Farewell my dear Polly too. |
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I'd ne'er would have crossed this salt sea so wide |
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If I had have been ruled by you. |