Come all you wild young men
And a warning take by me
And see you go no more, my brave boys,
Into some strange foreign country
As I myself have done
The very last day of May
It was then that I parted from all my friends
For I could no longer stay
From Portsmouth Town I went
To London t'was my intent
But by the press masters I was pressed
And to the sea I was sent
We sailed all that long night
And part of the very next day
And the first ship we spied was a French man o' war
And at length we were forced to draw nigh
We bore her head upright
And our bloody flag we let fly
And then every man he was prepared
But the Lord knows who should die
Our captain was wounded full sore
With seventy more of our men
Our yards and mast and rigging they were all shot away
And at length we were forced to give in
Our decks were all covered with blood
And so loudly the great guns they did roar
And many is the thousand times I've wished myself on land
All along with my Polly on the shore
She's a tall and a slender girl
With a black and a rolling eye
And here I lie a-bleeding on the deck
And it's all for her safety I shall die
credits
from 52 Folk Songs: Yellow,
released April 22, 2012
Phil Edwards: vocal and English concertina
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