I'm going'cross the sea line,
Oh how I hate to start
Me a poor boy and ain't got no sweet-heart.
Won't you come and go, my love?
Won't you come and go?
Won't you come and go my love?
I'm going across the sea

I wish I had a needle,
As fine as I could sew,
I'd sew my true love to my side
And 'crost the sea I'd go.

I wish I had a nickel,
I wish I had a dime,
I wish I had a new five cents
To give that girl of mine.