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

“You are ragged love and you’re 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’m dirty love
And my clothes smell much of tar
I have silver in me pocket love
And gold in great store

And then when she heard him say so
On her knee she fell
“I will marry my dear Henry
For I love a sailor lad so well”

Do you think that I, I am foolish love
Do you think I am mad
For to wed with a poor country girl
Where not fortune’s to be had?

I will cross the briny oceans
I will whistle and sing
And since you’ve refused the offer love
Some other girl shall wear the ring

Oh, I’m frolicsome and I’m easy
Good tempered and free
And I don’t give a single pin me boys
What the world thinks of me