In P.W. Joyce's book 'Old Irish Folk Music and Songs' there's a song which he calls UNTO THE EAST INDIES WE WERE BOUND (pp58-59) with just two verses as follows:- UNTO THE EAST INDIES WE WERE BOUND 1 Unto the East Indies we were bound our gallant ship to steer, And all the time that we sailed on, I thought on my Polly dear: 'Tis pressed I was from my true love, the girl whom I adore, And sent unto the raging seas where stormy billows roar. 2 Our captain being a valiant man upon the deck did stand, With a full reward of fifty pounds to the first that should spy land: Then up aloft two boatmen go unto the mainmast high - An hour is past, and then at last - 'Tis land, 'tis land they cry. Has anyone got any more than that? Thanks in advance
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