Here is one I wrote few years ago.

RUN BOYS RUN.
Robin Madge © 1987

I don't want to go to sea,
I don't want to go to sea,
But the pressers, they are coming
For the likes of you and me.

Ch. And it's run boys, run,
Make yourselves secure,
Or wake up in the morning
On board a man-of-war.
Run boys, run,
Make yourselves secure,
Or wake up in the morning
On board a man-of-war.


There are pressers on the quay,
There are pressers on the quay,
And they're asking with their blackjacks;
Won't you come along with me ?

There are pressers in the street,
There are pressers in the street,
And they make a new recruit with
Every young man that they meet.

There are pressers in the bars,
There are pressers in the bars,
And there's many an evening drunkard
Who'll waken up a tar.

I don't want to go to sea,
I don't want to go to sea,
But the pressers, they are coming
For the likes of you and me.

Robin Madge