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Polly On The Shore (Live At Fairfield Halls, 1973) - Fairport Convention
Written by：Dave Swarbrick/Traditional
Come all of 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 was 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 galliant ship
We sent to a watery grave
Ah for free port 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 myself again
All alone with my 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 lie
So farewell from my family and my friends
Likewise my poorly too
I'd never have crossed the salt sea wide
If I'd have been ruled by you
And a thousand times I saw myself again
All alone with my Polly on the shore
