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