The Press Gang - William Pint (Lyrics)

Lyrics: As I walked out on London Street A press gang there I chanced to meet. They asked me if I'd join the fleet On board of a man-o-war, boys. They said that a sailor's life was fine. Good comrades and good pay I'd find. They promised me a bloody good time, On board of a man-o-war, boys. But when I went, to my surprise, All they'd 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 And they flogged me with a tarry strand. They flogged me till I couldn't stand, On board of a man-o-war, boys. They hung me up by my two thumbs, And they cut me till my blood did run. That was the usage they gave me, On board of a man-o-war, boys. If I could get one foot on shore, I'd marry the pretty girl I adore. And neither wind nor waves would entice me more, On board of a man-o-war, boys. And nothing could ever entice me more, On board of a man-o-war, boys.