Saucy Sailor

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 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 have refused the offer love Some other girl shall wear the ring I am frolicsome, I am easy Good tempered and free And I don't give a single pin my boys What the world thinks of me