A sailor courted a farmer's daughter
who lived convenient to the isle of Man.
Give heed good people what followed after
they courted long but underhand.
One day at parting after discoursing
something concerning the ocean wide
He said "My dear, at our next meeting
if you 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
But I have once more to cross the ocean
You know my darling that I must go"
The news being carried unto his mother
Before he put his foot on board
That he was courting a farmer's daughter
One penny portion could not afford
One penny portion going 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"
Oh 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 as my father with you has done
Therefore I'll take her my bride I'll make her
though you 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
for I have money you do not know"
"Money or not love, you are my lot love,
you've won my heart and affection still
Therefore I'll take you, my bride I'll make you,
my scolding mother say what she will"