The Victory Steeleye Span

I am a youthful lady my troubles they are great
My tongue is scarcely able my grievance to relate
Since I have lost my true love that was ever dear to me
He's gone to plough the ocean on board the Victory

And many a pleasant evenings my love and I did meet
He clasped me round my slender waist and gave me kisses sweet
I gave to him my hand and heart and he vowed he'd marry me
But I did not know that my love would join the Victory

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Mourn, England, mourn and complain
For the brave Lord Nelson's men
That died upon the main

My parents could not endure my love because he was so poor
Therefore he never did presume to come within the door
But had he been some noble lord born a man of high degree
They'd ne'er have sent the lad I love on board the Victory

There was thirteen on the press-gang they did my love surround
And four of that accursed gang went bleeding to the ground
My love was overpowered though he fought most manfully
They dragged him through the dark, wet streets towards the Victory

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