Saucy Sailor



"Come, my fairest, come, my dearest,

And listen unto me;

Will you marry a poor sailor boy,

Who has just come home from the sea?"



"You are ragged, sir, you are dirty,

And smell so strong of tar;

Begone, you dirty sailor boy!

Begone, you Jack of tar!"



"Though I'm ragged, miss, though I'm dirty,

And smell so strong of tar,

I have pockets filled with silver, love,

And gold laid up in store."



Soon as these words were spoken,

Down on her knees she fell,

Saying, "Forgive me, noble sailor!

I love the sailor well."



"I will cross o'er the briny ocean,

Where the meadows grow so green;

But since you refused my offer, miss,

Another shall wear the ring."



"You may cross o'er the briny ocean,

Where the meadows grow so green;

But since I refused your offer, sir,

Another may wear the ring."



@courtship @sailor

from Cox, Folk-Songs of the South

recorded by Frankie Armstrong

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