As a young girl I was so free
Laughing, jumping, climbing a tree
Then I grew older and worked in the pub
With seamen to serve and floors to scrub

Stolen from bed deep in the night
Dragged to a schooner unable to fight
Bent over backward, bound to a barrel
My dress torn open, feeling of peril

Used as an object for sailors delight
A victim of lust that is my plight
Flesh on my wrist, torn from the rope
They put out to sea, I lost all hope

Unable to scream because of the gag
They named me a winch, called me a hag
One thing they never can take from me
Dreams of that girl who was climbing a tree