The Press Gang - Music Video

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.