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