The Saucy Sailor
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Загружено: 2021-05-29
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AO Folksong - JUNE 2021
THE SAUCY SAILOR
Come, my own one, come, my fairest,
Come and tell unto me,
Could you fancy a poor sailor lad,
Who has just come 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 have silver in me pocket, love,
And of gold a bright store.
When she heard those words come from him,
On her bended knees she fell.
I will marry my dear Henry
For I love a sailor lad so well.
Do you think that I am foolish, love?
Do you think that I am mad?
That I'd wed with a poor country girl
Where no fortune's to be had?
I will cross the briny ocean
I will whistle and I'll sing;
Since you have refused the offer, love,
Another girl shall have the ring.
For I'm young, love, and I'm frolicksome,
I'm good-temper'd, kind and free.
And I don't give a single penny, boys
What the world says of me.
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