Come my own one

"Come my own one, come my fond one,

Come my dearest unto me,

Will you wed a poor sailor lad

That has just returned from sea?"

"You are ragged, love, you are dirty, love,

And your clothes smell much of tar

So begone you saucy sailor boy.

So begone you Jack Tar."

"If I'm ragged, love, if I'm dirty, love,

And my clothes smell much of tar,

I've silver in my pocket, love,

Bright gold in great store."

As soon as she heard him say so

Down on her bended knee she fell,

"I will wed you my dear Henery,

For I love a sailor lad well."

"Do you think I am foolish, love,

Do you think that I am mad,

To wed a poor country girl,

Where no fortune is to be had?"

"I'll a-cross the briny ocean,

Where meadows are so green,

And since you refuse the offer, love,

Some other girl shall wear the ring."

"I'm frolicsome, I'm easy,

Good-tempered and free,

I don't care a single pin, my boys,

What the world thinks of me."