Listen to the song

Bounty Jumper's Lament

(To the tune of Tramp, Tramp, Tramp...) 

In my prison cell I stand,
thinking of you, Mary Ann
and the gay old times we've had
in days before
When my sock was lined with tin
and I thought it was no sin
for to jump a bounty
every week or more 

Tramp, tramp, tramp, the guard is coming
even now I hear them at my door
so goodbye, my Mary Ann,
you must do the best you can
for I'll never jump a bounty any more. 

Oh the gay old days and nights,
that we passed in fond delights
when my pockets they
were brimming full of cash
and with oysters, cake and wine,
we had such a bully time
but I'm satisfied in dreaming now of hash 


Oh, goodbye, my Mary Ann,
I am now an altered man
and I go away from you
I love so well
tell the boys to all "look out,"
and to mind what they're about
or the provost guard will get them
sure as hell



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