(Traditional)
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Come me own one, come me 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 and you're 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 Jack Tar
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If I am ragged love and I'm dirty love
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and me clothes smell much of tar
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I have silver in me pocket love, and gold in great store
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And then when she heard him say say
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on her bended knee she fell
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I will marry my dear Henry, for I love a sailor lad so well
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Do you think that I am foolish love
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do you think that I am mad
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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, I will whistle and sing
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And since you've refused the offer love
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some other girl shall wear the ring
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I am frolicsome and I am easy, good tempered and free
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And I don't give a single pin me boys, what the world thinks of me
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Saucy Sailor
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| The Wailin' Jennys |
