Come my own love

Come my true love

Come and listen unto me

Could you wed with a poor sailor lad

Who has just returned from sea

Who has just returned from sea

Oh indeed I'll not wed a sailor lad

For his clothes smell strong of tar

You're a dirty ragged saucy sailor lad

So begone you Jacky Tar

So begone you Jacky Tar

Although I'm dirty and though I'm ragged

And my clothes of tar do smell

I have silver in my pocket

Ana store of gold as well

Ana store of gold as well

And when she's heard him say

These words unto her

Down upon her knee she fell

Saying

Dirty ragged saucy sailor lads

I love more than words can tell

I love more than words can tell

Do you think me to be foolish

Do you think that I am mad

For to wed with the likes of you my lass

When there's others to be had

When there's others to be had

For I shall cross o'er the briny ocean

And my ship shall spread her wings

And there I'll find

Abetter love than you my lass

It's not for you this wedding ring

It's not for you this wedding ring

Oh you may cross all the briny ocean

And your ship shall spread her wings

No more will I refuse a saucy sailor lad

Lest he bears a wedding ring

Lest he bears a wedding ring