Polly On The Shore - Shirley & Dolly Collins

Come all you wild young men

And a warning take by me

Never to lead your single life astray

And into no bad company

As I myself have a-done

It being in the merry month of May

When I was pressed by a sea-captain

On board a man-o-war I was sent

Now we sailed on the ocean so wide

And our bonny, bonny flag we let fly

Let every man stand true to his guns

For the Lord knows who must die

And our captain was wounded full sore

And so were the rest of his men

Our main mast rigging was scattered on the deck

So that we were obliged to give in

And the decks were all spattered with blood

And so loudly the cannons did roar;

And thousands of times have I wished myself at home

And all along with my Polly on the shore

She’s a tall and a slender girl

She’s a dark and a-roving eye

But here am I lie a-bleeding on the deck

And for her sweet sake I shall die

So farewell to me parents and me friends

Farethewell, my dear Polly too

I never should have crossed this salt sea so wide

If I had have been ruled by her

I never should have crossed this salt sea so wide

If I had have been ruled by her