all of you wild young men
Never to lead your single life
astray into no bad company
been in the many blunts of men
When I was pressed by a sea captain
And on board a man -of -war I did go
And on board a man -of -war I did go
We sailed on the oceans of love
Let every man stand true to his guns
For the Lord knows who must die
for the Lord knows who must die
Our captain was wounded for the sword,
so were the best of his men
and so we were obliged to give in
and so we were obliged to give in
Our decks they were splattered with blood
So loudly the cannons did roar
all along with my holly on the shore.
She's a fair and a tender girl.
She's a dark and a rolling eye.
Here am I, life bleeding on the deck,
and for her sweet sake I shall die.
Here am I, lying bleeding on the deck,
And for her sweet sake I shall die.
Farewell my dear Polly too,
I never should have rambled
if I had been ruled by you.
I never should have rambled
if I had been ruled by you.