‘Come my own one, come my fond one,
Come my dearest unto me.
Will you wed with a jolly sailor lad
That's just returned from sea?’

‘You are ragged, love, you are dirty, love,
And you smell so much of the tar.
So begone, you saucy sailor boy,
So begone, you Jack Tar.’

‘If I'm ragged, love, if I'm dirty, love,
If I smell so much of the tar,
I got silver in my pocket, love,
And gold in bright store.’

So when she heard these words come from him,
On her bended knees she fell.
‘To be sure I shall wed with Henry,
For I love a sailor 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 is to be had?

‘I'll cross the briny ocean
Where the meadows they grow green.
Since you refuse the offer,
Some other girl shall wear the ring.

‘For I'm young, love, and I'm frolicsome,
Good-tempered, kind and free,
And I don't care a single straw, my love,
What the world says of me.’