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On Board of a Man-of-War DigiTrad: PRESS GANG Related threads: Lyr Req: On Board of a Man-of-War (26) Req: The Press Gang (as sung by Ewan MacColl) (4) (origins) Origins: Aboard a Man o' War (23)
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Subject: On Board of a Man-of-War From: Steve Gardham Date: 16 Sep 20 - 09:55 AM Here is a reworking of a quite scarce folksong, Roud 662, that exists in a very few fragmentary garbled versions, the earliest dating back to 1768, so at least c1750 if not earlier. More details to follow. On Board of a Man-of-War. (The Pressgang II) Once I courted a pretty girl A thinking for to gain her, She told me that she would prove true If that I would maintain her. I courted her three years I’m sure What could a poor young man do more, Till I was forced to leave the shore On board of a man-of-war, boys. I went to her to get one kiss And this she didn’t deny me. She said, ‘How can you think of this, Is this all just to try me?’ I married her, her name was Grace, ‘Twas she that brought me to disgrace I often cursed her smiling face On board of a man-of-war, boys. As I was going down Plymouth street The weather being cold, sir, A jolly tar I chanced to meet, He looked both brash and bold, sir. I said, ‘Me jolly tar, come tell me true What sort of usage they give you That I may know before I go On board of a man-of-war, boys.’ ‘We’ve bread and cheese and ale that’s good, And plenty o’ beef and mutton, We’ve pease and pork and other foods Enough to feed a glutton, We drink our fill and then make free, Whilst we are sailing on the sea, And so, young man, will you go with me On board a man-of-war, boys?’ As I lay musing in my bunk Not thinking of the morrow, A little before the break of day, It proved to me great sorrow; The mate he came with whip in hand, Tied my hands with a hickory band, They flogged me till I could not stand On board of a man-of-war, boys. The food that they gave me to eat, It did not me well please, sir, They fed me on some mouldy meat Likewise some rotten cheese, sir; They made me drink their old burgoo, I swear to you it stank like rue, Which made me curse the whole ship’s crew, On board of a man-of-war, boys. I threw myself into the deep And swam unto the land , sir And up to London I did creep If you may understand, sir, And now I’ve set my foot on shore, Neither lord nor duke nor damne`d whore Shall ever entice me any more On board of a man-of-war, boys. |
Subject: RE: On Board of a Man-of-War From: Steve Gardham Date: 16 Sep 20 - 10:06 AM Of the 4 versions I've used here, although none of them completely use the well-known format ababcccd of The Rambling Sailor/Soldier/Wool-comber/Saileur, it is pretty obvious that is what the original format was and is utilised here. As you would expect the fullest version with 8 inconsistent garbled stanzas is from the Eury Collection at Appalachian State University and can be seen online, under the title 'A Song about a Man of War'. It was written down in a notebook belonging to General Lenoir in 1768. The other 3 versions are: Alfred Williams (Wiltshire website-online) 'The Jolly Tar' recorded in Middlesex c1915 (parts of 7 stanzas) Folk Song Journal 26, p11, The Pressgang, collected by E.J.Moeran in Norfolk, 1915 (parts of 6 sts) Sharp Manuscripts (VWML) CJS2/9/3348, 'Man of War', Somerset, 1921 (parts of 3 sts) |
Subject: RE: On Board of a Man-of-War From: Steve Gardham Date: 16 Sep 20 - 01:09 PM Quick correction. Rambling Comber is a different format and the other should be 'The Rambling Suiler' not 'Saileur'. |
Subject: RE: On Board of a Man-of-War From: Steve Gardham Date: 16 Sep 20 - 02:15 PM For the sake of completeness..we can add to the format Rambling Female Sailor, and Rambling Miner. |
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