Chords for The Press Gang

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_ _ _ [C] As I [Bb] walked out [Ab] on London Street, [C] a [Bb] press gang there [Ab] I chanced to meet.
They [Eb] asked me if I [Bb] would join the fleet, on [G] board of a man-of [Gm]-war, [Cm] boys. _ _ _
_ _ They said [Bb] that a [Eb] sailor's life was fine, [Cm] good [Bb] comrades and [Ab] good pay I'd find.
[Eb] They promised [Bb] me a bloody good time, on [Cm] board of a [Gm] man-of-war, [Cm] boys. _ _ _
_ _ [G] Oh, but when I [Bb] went [Ab] to my surprise, [Cm] all they [Bb] told me was [Ab] shocking lies.
[Eb] There was a row, [Bb] and a bloody old row, [Cm] on board of a [Bb] man-of [G]-war, boys. _ _ _
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_ _ [G] Oh, the first thing [Bb] they did, [Ab] they took me in hand, [Cm] and they flogged [Bb] me with [Ab] a tarry strand.
[Eb] They flogged me till [Bb] I couldn't stand, [Cm] on board of a [Gm] man-of-war, [Cm] boys. _ _ _
_ _ [C] They hung [Bb] me up [Ab] by my two thumbs, and [Cm] they cut [G] me till [Ab] my blood did run.
[Eb] And that was the usage [Bb] they gave me, on board of a [Gm] man-of-war, boys. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ If I could get [Ab] one foot on [Bb] shore, [C] I'd marry the pretty [Ab] girl I adore.
And [Eb] neither wind nor waves [Bb] would entice me more, [Cm] on board of a man-of [Bb]-war, [Cm]
boys.
_ _ _ _ _ [Eb] And nothing could ever [Bb] entice me more, [Cm] on board of a [Gm] man-of [Cm]-war, _ boys. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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