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