| Come all you wild young men and a warning take by me Never lead your single life astray or into bad company
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| As i myself have done, being all in the month of may
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| When i, as pressed by a sea captain, a privateer to trade
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| To the east indies we were bound to plunder the raging main
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| And it’s many the brave and a galliant ship we sent to a watery grave
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| Ah, for freeport we did steer, our provisions to renew
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| When we did spy a bold man-of-war sailing three feet to our two
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| Oh, she fired across our bows, ``heave to and don’t refuse
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| Surrender now unto my command or else your lives you’ll lose''
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| And our decks they were sputtered with blood
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| And the cannons did loudly roar
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| And broadside and broadside a long time we lay
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| Till we could fight no more
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| And a thousand times i wished meself alone,
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| All alone with me polly on the shore
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| She’s a tall and a slender girl with a dark and a-rolling eye
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| And here am i, a-bleeding on the deck
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| And for a sweet saint must die
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| Farewell, me family and me friends, likewise me polly too
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| I’d never have crossed the salt sea wide
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| If i’d have been ruled by you
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| And a thousand times i saw meself again,
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| All alone with me polly on the shore |