A boy to me was bound apprentice Because his parents they were poor So I took him from Saint James' Workhouse All for to sail on the Greenland shore One day this poor boy he did annoy me Nothing to him then did I say But I rushed him to my frozen yard-arm And I kept him there till the very next day When his eyes and his teeth did hang towards me With his hands and his feet bowed down likewise And with a bloody iron bar I killed him Because I wouldn't hear his cries