Come my own one, come my fair one
Come now unto me
Could you fancy a poor sailor lad
Who has just come from sea

You are ragged, love, you are 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 am dirty, love
And my clothes smell much of tar
I have silver in my pocket love
And gold in great store

And then when she heard him say so
On her bended knees she fell
I will marry my dear Henry
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 I’ll sing
And since you have refused the offer, love
Some other girl shall wear the ring
Some other girl shall wear the ring

I am frolicsome, I am easy
Good tempered and free
And I really don’t give a fuck me boys
What the world thinks of me