A boy to me was bound apprentice Because his parents, they were poor I took him from St James's Workhouse Oh for to sail on the Spanish shore One day this boy did offend me Then nothing to him that I did say But straightways to my yardarm I dragged him And I kept him there til the very next day His hands and feet they hung toward me His arms and legs hung down like vines And with my tarry rope I killed him Because I would not bear his cries.