Saucy Sailor

Come me own one, come me fair one

come now unto me

Could you fancy a poor sailor lad

who has just come from sea

You are 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 am 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 say

on her bended knee she fell

I will marry my dear Henry, for I love a sailor lad so well

Do you think that 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