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"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 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."
This variant from Poets' Corner, one of the largest and oldest text resources on the Internet.
A variant was collected by Maud Karpeles [1885-1976] and published as #62, The Saucy Sailor, in Folk Songs From Newfoundland (Faber & Faber, London, 1971; also Oxford, 1934).
The YouTube video above features a performance of a variant by the Sirens of Sterling at the 2009 New York Renaissance Faire, Sterling Forest, Tuxedo, New York.