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As I walked out on a London Street

A press gang there I chanced for to meet

They asked me if I’d join the fleet

On board of a man-o-war, boys



Pray brother shipmates tell me true

What sort of usage they give you

That I may know before I go

On board of a man-o-war, boys



But when I went to my surprise

All that they told me was shocking lies

There was a row and a bloody old row

On board of a man-o-war, boys



The first thing they did they took me in hand

They flogged me with a tarry strand

They flogged me till I could not stand

On board of a man-o-war, boys



They hung me up by my two thumbs

And they cut me till the blood did run

And that was the usage they gave me

On board of a man-o-war, boys



I married a wife and her name was Grace

I oft’ times cursed her ugly face

Saying it’s you that has brought me to this disgrace

On board of a man-o-war, boys



If I could get one foot on shore

Some other pretty girls I’d marry once more

Neither winds nor waves would entice me any more

On board of a man-o-war, boys

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