| When Frederic was a little lad
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| he proved so brave and daring
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| His father thought he’d prentice him
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| to some career seafaring
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| I was, alas, his nurserymaid,
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| and so it fell to my lot
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| To take and bind the promising boy
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| apprentice to a pi-lot
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| A life not bad for a hearty lad
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| though surely not a high lot
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| Though I’m a nurse, you might do worse,
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| than make your boy a pi-lot.
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| I was a stupid nurserymaid,
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| on breakers always steering
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| And I did not catch the word a’right,
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| through being hard of hearing
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| Mistaking my instructions which
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| within my brain did gyrate
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| I took and bound this promising boy
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| apprentice to a pi-rate
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| A sad mistake it was to make,
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| and doom him to a vile lot
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| I bound him to a pirate, YOU,
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| instead of to a pi-lot.
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| I soon found out beyond all doubt
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| the scope of this disaster
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| But I hadn’t the face to return to my place
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| and break it to my master
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| A nursing maid is not afraid
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| of what you people call work
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| So I made up my mind to go as a kind
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| of piratical maid of all work
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| And that is how you find me now |
| a member of this shy lot
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| Which you wouldn’t have found
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| had he been bound
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| apprentice to a pi-lot. |