Here's the 1906 set from the Greig-Duncan Collection. You can tell from the text that it wasn't new at that time, and had probably spent some while in tradition already.

WILLIAM HOLLANDER

(Noted from James Ewen, Aberdeenshire, 1906.)

My name is William Hollander as you may understand
I was born in the town of Waterford in Erin's happy land.
I being young and canty then kind fortune on me smiled
My parents doated on me I was their only child.

My father bound me to a trade in Waterford's town
He bound me to a cooper there in the name of William Brown.
I served my master faithfully for eighteen months and more
Till I slipped on board the Ocean Queen bound for Balfrasur's shore.

After some time sailing we arrived at Balfrasur's shore
Lying in harbour there I met in wi' Captain More
Which asked me to ship with him a slavish voyage to go
To the burning shores of Africa where the coffee seed do grow.

The Flying Cloud like a gallant ship carrying six hundred tons and more
She could easily have sailed from any port she sailed out of Baltimore
With her main top gallant and her mizzen sail set and the wind being after beast
You'd often seen that gallant ship carrying sixteen of the reel.

After some time sailing we arrived at the African shores
Till five hundred of these poor souls from their native land we tore.
The crew they marched them on the deck and stowed them down below
Till scarce eighteen inches to each man was all they had to go

So we set sail the very next day with our cargo of slaves
But better far for these poor souls they had been in their graves
For the fever and the plague set in which carried them half away
We dragged their bodies on the deck and heaved them in the sea.

After some time sailing we arrived at the Quebec shore
Sold them to the planters there to be slaves for evermore
The cotton and the rice to hue beneath the burning sun
To lead a hard and wretched life till their career was run.

After our money being all spent we set out to the seas again
The captain stood upon the deck and spoke unto his men
He said that there was going to be had if we with him remained
We'd hize aloft a pirate flag and scour the Spanish Main.

We all agreed except five young lads so they were told to land
Two of them were Boston boys and two from Newfoundland
The other was an Irish boy belonging to Timore
I wish if I had joined these lads and gone with them on shore.

We sank and plundered many's the ship down by yon Spanish main
Leaving many a widow and orphan to remain
The crew they marched them on the deck gave them a watery grave
As the saying of our captain a dead man tells no tale.

Twas on the twentieth of November the Dungeon heaved in view
She fired a shot across our boom for a signal to hold to
But we no answer gave to her but kept before the wind
Till a chain cut our mizzen mast it was then we fell behind.

We prepared our boat for action as you soon shall know
We fought till Captain Moor got killed and eighty of his crew
........
Till a boom shell set our ship on fire and we'll have to surrender now.


Patrick Shuldham-Shaw and Emily B. Lyle (eds.) The Greig-Duncan Folk Song Collection, vol.I, 1981.


Tune to follow.