Polly on the Shore
Martin Carthy| Originale | Versione di Trevor Lucas dei Fairport Convention da “Nine” (1973),... |
| POLLY ON THE SHORE 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 done, It being in the merry month of May, When I was pressed by a sea-captain And on board a man-o-war I was sent. We sailed on the ocean so wide And our bonny bonny flag we let fly. Let every man stand true to his gun For the Lord knows who must die. Oh our captain was wounded full sore And so were the rest of his men. Our main mast rigging it was scattered on the deck So that we were obliged to give in. Oh our decks they were 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-rolling eye, And here am I lie a-bleeding on the deck And for her sweet sake I would die. So farewell to me parents and me friends, Farewell my dear Polly too. I'd ne'er would have crossed this salt sea so wide If I had have been ruled by you. | POLLY ON THE SHORE Come all you wild young men and a warning take by me Never lead your single life astray or into bad company As I myself have done, being all in the month of May When I, as pressed by a sea captain, a privateer to trade To the East Indies we were bound to plunder the raging main And it's many the brave and a gallant ship we sent to a watery grave Ah, for Freeport we did steer, our provisions to renew When we did spy a bold man-of-war sailing three feet to our two Oh, she fired across our bows, “Heave to and don't refuse Surrender now unto my command or else your lives you'll lose” And our decks they were sputtered with blood And the cannons did loudly roar And broadside and broadside a long time we lay Till we could fight no more And a thousand times I wished meself alone, All alone with me Polly on the shore She's a tall and a slender girl with a dark and a-rolling eye And here am I, a-bleeding on the deck And for a sweet saint must die Farewell, me family and me friends, likewise me Polly too I'd never have crossed the salt sea wide If I'd have been ruled by you And a thousand times I saw meself again, All alone with me Polly on the shore |
