In Yarmouth town there lived a man

He had a little tavern by the strand

And the landlord had a daughter fair

Pretty little thing with golden hair 





Won't you come down

Won't you come down

Won't you come down to Yarmouth town 



One night there came a sailor man

He asked the daughter for her hand

Well I won't marry you she said

I have all I want without being wed 



But if with me you'd like to linger

I'll tie some string all around my finger

As you walk by, pull on my string

I'll come down and let you right in 







Well the very next day at closing time

The sailor man goes off to the strand

And as he walks by pulls on that string

And she came down and let him right in 



Well he's never such a sight before

A string on her finger was all she wore 







So all you men who to Yarmouth go

If ya see those girls with their hair hung low

All ya gotta do is pull their strings

And they'll come down and let you right in