Saucey Sailor
from a Steeleye Span album
Come, me own one
Come, me fair one
Come now unto me-
Could you fancy
a poor sailor lad
who has just come
from (the) sea
Well, you're 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
(Well) If I'm ragged love
and I'm dirty love
and me clothes smell much of tar
Then I've silver in me pockets, love
and gold in great store
And then when she
heard him say so
on a bended knee she fell
"I will marry my dear Henry
for I love the sailor lad so well"
Do you think that I am foolish, love
do you think that I'm mad
for to wed with a poor country girl
when a fortune's to be had
I will cross the briny ocean
I will whistle and sing
and since you have refused the offer, love
some other girl shall wear my ring
I am frolicsome and easy
good tempered and free
And I don't give a single penny, boys
what the world thinks of me