I am a youthful lady and my troubles they are great My tongue is scarcely able my grievance to relate Since I have lost my own true love that was ever dear to me He has gone to plough the ocean on board the Victory My parents could not endure my love because he was so poor Therefore he did not presume to come within my parents' door But had he been some noble lord or a man of high degree They'd ne'er had sent a lad I love on board the Victory Thirteen of that cursed gang did my true love surround And one of the pressing crew lay bleeding on the ground My love was overpowered and he fought most manfully 'til he was obliged to yield and go on the Victory That night whilst in my slumbers I can't find any rest Love for my lad so dearly reigns within my burning breast Sometimes I do enjoy my love my love's sweet company And closely locked all in my arms on board the Victory Yes success unto the Victory and crew of noble fame And glory to the noble lord bold Nelson was his name In the Battle of Trafalgar Victory cleared the way And my love was slain with Nelson upon that very day Oh I am a youthful lady and my troubles they are great My tongue is scarcely able my grievance to relate Since I have lost my own true love that was ever dear to me He has gone to plough the ocean on board the Victory