One day this poor boy to me was bound apprentice Because of his being fatherless I took him out of St. James' Workhouse His mother being in deep distress I took him out of St. James' Workhouse His mother being in deep distress One day this poor boy unto me offended But nothing to him I did say Up to the main-mast shroud I sent him And there I kept him all that long day All with my garling-spikk I misused him So shamefully I can't deny All with my marling-spike I gagged him Because I could not bear his cry His face and his hands to me expanded His legs and his thighs to me likewise And by my barbarous cruel entreatment This very next day this poor boy died I asked my men if they'd release (?) me If I'd give them golden store Out of my cabin straightway they hauled me A prisoner brought me on Bristol shore And now in Newdigate I am confined The writ of death I do deserve If I had been ruled by my servants This poor boy's life might have been preserved You captains all throughout this nation Hear a voice and a warning take by me Take special care of your apprentice While you are on the raging sea