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