Young Susan on Board of a Man-of-War

Young Susan was a blooming maid
So valiant, true and bold
And when her sailor went to sea
Young Susan, we are told
She put on her jolly sailor's clothes
And daubed her hands with tar
To cross the raging seas for love
On board of a man of war

When on the Bay of Biscay
She aloft like lightning flew
Respected by the officers
And all of the jovial crew
And in battle, oh, she would boldly run
Not fearing wound nor scar
And do her duty by the gun
On board of a man of war

She faced the walls of China
Where her life was not insured
And little did young William think
That his Susan was on board
But by a cruel cannonball
She did receive a scar
And she got dreadfully wounded
On board of a man of war

Then when on the deck young Susan she fell
Of all of the whole ship's crew
Oh, William, he was the very first
Who to her assistance flew
She said, "My own sweet sailor bold
Afore you received a scar
Behold your faithful Susan bold
On board of a man of war"

Then William on his Susan gazed
With wonder and surprise
He stood some moments motionless
While the tears rolled from his eyes
He cried, "I wish instead of you
I had received that scar
Oh love, why did you venture thus
On board of a man of war?"

At length to England they returned
And they quickly married were
And the bells did ring and they all did sing
And they banished every care
They often think upon that day
When she received a scar
And Susan got dreadfully wounded
On board of a man of war