A Sailor Courted a Farmer's Daughter

A sailor courted a farmer's daughter
 who lives convenient to the Isle of Man
 Give heed, good people,
 what follows after: he long had courted, but underhand
 One day at parting,
 after discoursing something concerning the ocean wide
 He said, my dear, at our next meeting,
 if you'll consent, I'll make you my bride
 She said, for sailors,
 we don't admire them because they sail to so many parts
 And the more they love us,
 the more they'll slight us and leave us after with broken hearts
 You need not fear, my dearest dear, I don't intend for to treat you so
 I have once more for to cross the
 ocean; you know, my darling, that I must go
 The news been carried unto his mother before his put his foot on board
 That he was courting a farmer's
 daughter, one penny portion could not afford
 One penny portion gone to the ocean,
 like one distracted his mother ran
 If you don't forsake her,
 your bride not make her, I will disown you to be my son
 O mother dear, you are in a passion,
 and I am sorry for what you've said
 Don't you remember your first
 beginning; my father took you, a servant maid
 So don't dispraise her,
 I mean to raise her just like my father with you have done
 Therefore I'll take her,
 my bride I'll make her, though you'll disown me to be your son
 When the lady fair heard the pleasing
 story that she to sea with her love might go
 She said, my portion,
 you need not mind it; I might have money and no one know
 Money or not, love, you are my lot,
 love - you've won my heart and affections still
 Therefore I'll take you,
 my bride I'll make you; let my scolding mother say what she will