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Title
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Pressed off to war
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Singer
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King, Thomas
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
As this young fellow was ploughing along,
His furrow was wide, and deep, and long,
Breaking his clots to pieces some barley for to sow,
"And if I should fall in love, and her parents not approve,
They shall send me to the wars to be slain."
Verse 2
As soon as the parents came for to know,
That he courted their daughter, and darling also,
The press-gang it was sent for and pressed him away,
And he's gone to the wars to be slain.
Verse 3
And when in the wars he had served seven years,
'Twas then he returned to find his dearest dear,
He asked her father for her, and thus he replied -
"She broke her heart in love, and for her love she died."
Verse 4
"Oh, don't tell me more than I'm able to bear,
For in a silent grave I wish I was but there;
Then should I be free from all sorrow, grief and woe,
For I know not where to wander, nor where for to go.
Verse 5
O then in New Bedlam this young man was confined,
And the thoughts of his Polly ran hard into his mind;
With the rattling of his chains on a straw bed he did lie,
And he called for his Polly till the day that he died.
