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THE ANSWER TO OH! CRUEL 325 |
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THE ANSWER TO OH 1 CRUEL.
Oh ! cruel was thy parents that envied our love, And cruel was the press-gang that gave me such a shove, That took me head and heels and put me in a sack, And to the water side one took me on his back.
Singing too rol loo rol, etc.
I thought, I was to die, so I began to pray,
' Why hang your lazy hide,' one unto me did say,
' If you don't hold your clack I'll throw you overboard.'
I thought to my dear Poll I shall never be restor'd.
They soon a sailor made me with their cuffs and whip, I never lik'd their notions, I so often had to strip. The enemy appear'd. Oh ! dreadful was the sight, The tarry lads so cheerfully preparing for the fight.
The captain loudly bawling every man to his gun,
I tried to skulk away, thinking I had none ;
But I very soon found out my skulking would not do,
For an officer with sword in hand would quickly run me through.
I waddled to the deck, but I rolled like an egg,
When there came a whacking cannon-ball and took away my leg.
I tumbled on my back and vented forth a sigh,
When a bullet in a twinkling knock'd out my poor right eye.
So from the cruel wars I am safe at home again,
And by my fiddling a livelyhood obtain,
And now you have proved true how happy shall we be—
We'll pass the days and nights in love and harmony.
Tho' cruel was my fortune I haven't lost the way Of getting grog at night by fiddling all the day; And tho' I am depriv'd by a cruel cannon-ball, She'd rather have me as I am then ne'er a man at all. |
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