1.
As I came up by Arpendeen,
And straight to Watton Town,
And there I met a pretty wench,
That looked like ‘Lay me down’.
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‖: At Watton Town’s end, :‖
At every door, there stands a whore,
At Watton Town’s end.
2.
The frigate’s name was Thunderbolt,
Her sails were all of silk,
Her tackle was of silver twist,
Her colour like the milk.
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3.
Her planks were all of ivory,
Her bottom beaten-gold,
Her deck was alabaster-pure,
She lookèd brisk and bold.
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4.
Her head was gilded or and or,
Her wanton flag did fly,
And I was mad to be on board,
So much a fool was I.
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5.
She seemed a stately pleasure boat
With tempting good attire,
But little knew that (under deck)
Her gunroom was in fire.
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6.
I lodged with her, I laid her down,
I slept with her all night;
I supped upon a cony fat,
Whose gravy was delight.
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7.
She gave to me a syrup sweet,
Was in her placket box,
But ere three minutes went about,
It provèd the French pox.
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8.
This fireship she did blow me up,
As my effigies shows,
And all may read upon my face
The loss of teeth and nose.
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9.
Now as I walk along the streets,
They gaze upon my face,
And everyone that looks at me,
Salutes me with disgrace.
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10.
By me beware then gentlemen,
From king to country clown,
And when you see a pretty wench,
Remember ‘Lay me down’.
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