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Come my own one, come my fair one |
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Come now unto me |
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Could you fancy a poor sailor lad |
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Who has just come from sea? |
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You are ragged love, you are dirty love |
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And your clothes smell much of tar |
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So be gone you saucy sailor lad |
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So be gone, you |
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Jack TarIf |
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I am ragged love and |
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I am dirty love |
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And my clothes smell much of tar |
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I have silver in my pocket love |
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And gold in great store |
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And then when she heard him say so |
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On her bended knees she fell |
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I will marry my dear |
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HenryFor I love a sailor lad so well |
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Do you think that |
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I am foolish love? |
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Do you think that |
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I am mad?For to wed with a poor country girl |
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Where no fortune's to be had |
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I will cross the briny ocean |
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I will whistle and sing |
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And since you have refused the offer love |
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Some other girl shall wear the ring |
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I am frolicsome, |
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I am easyGood tempered and free |
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And I don't give a single pin my boys |
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What the world thinks of me |
