Come all you wild young men and a warning take by me
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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
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Polly On The Shore
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| Sandy Denny |
