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OME all ye valiant ailors bold, that live by tuck of drum, I’ll tell you of a robber who on the eas is come; His name is called Captain Ward, as you the truth hall hear, There has not been uch a robber, this hundred and ixty year. He’s wrote a letter to our king, on the fifth of January, To ee if he would take him in and all his company. To ee if he would accept of him, and all his jolly ailors bold, And for a ranom he would give two thouand pounds in gold. Firt be beguil'd the wild Turk, and then the king of Spain, Pray how can he prove true to us, when he proves fale to them. O no O no, then aid the king, for no uch things can be For he has been a rank robber, and a robber on the ea.