Saucy Sailor Lyrics

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 TarIf 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 storeAnd 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 wellDo 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 hadI will cross the briny ocean
I will whistle and sing
And since you have refused the offer love

Some other girl shall wear the ringI 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