(Trad)
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, 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 my pocket, love
And I've gold in great store
Do you think that I am foolish, love
Do you think that I am mad
For to wed with a poor country girl
When a fortune's to be had
And then when she heard him say so
On her bended knee she fell
I will marry my dear Henry
For I love sailor lads well
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 and I am easy
Good-tempered and free
And I don't give a single penny, boys
What the world thinks of me
(as sung by Steeleye Span)