| 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 a-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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| On board a man-o-war I was sent
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| Now 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 guns
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| For the Lord knows who must die
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| And 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 was scattered on the deck
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| So that we were obliged to give in
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| And the decks were all 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-roving eye
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| But here am I lie a-bleeding on the deck
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| And for her sweet sake I shall die
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| So farewell to me parents and me friends
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| Farethewell, my dear Polly too
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| I never should have crossed this salt sea so wide
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| If I had have been ruled by her
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| I never should have crossed this salt sea so wide
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| If I had have been ruled by her |