Saucy Sailor

Come me own one, come me fair onecome now unto me

Could you fancy a poor sailor ladwho 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 ladso be gone you

Jack TarIf

I am ragged love and

I'm dirty loveand 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 sayon 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 lovedo you think that

I am madFor to wed with a poor country girlwhere no fortune's to be had

I will cross the briny ocean,

I will whistle and sing

And since you've refused the offer lovesome 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 boyswhat the world thinks of me