....or could it be Young Susan?

Young Susan was a bloming maid so charming stout and bold
And when her William went to sea
Young Susan we are told
Put on a jolly sailor suit
And daubed her hands with tar
To be with her sweet Wiliam bold
On board of a man of war

It was in Portsmouth harbour where the gallant ship was moored
And hen young Susan shipped there were
Five hundred men on board
Twas then she was contented
All be daubed with pitch and tar
To be with her sweet William bold
On board of a man of war

All through the Bay of Biscae she aloft like lighting flew
Respected by her officers
And all the jovial crew
And when in battle she did run not fearing wound or scar
She did her duty by her gun
On board of a man of war

She faced the wall of China where her life was not insured
And little did her William think
His Susan was on board
But by a crewel cannon ball
She did receive a scar
Yes she was slightly wounded here
On board of a man of war

Well when too the deck young Susan fell of all the whole ships crew
Guess who was the very first
Who to her assistance flew
She said my dear for you I have received this scar
Behold your faithfull Susan bold
On board of a man of war

And when to England they retuned and soon thare home they made
When bells were rung and songs were sung
And all in one bed laid
They oftimes think upon that day when she received that scar
When Susan followed her true love
On board of a man of war