| Lyrics: | Saucy Sailor
"Come, my fairest, come, my dearest,
And listen unto me;
Will you
marry a poor sailor boy,
Who has just come home from the sea?"
"You are ragged, sir,
you are dirty,
And smell so strong of tar;
Begone, you dirty sailor boy!
Begone, you
Jack of tar!"
"Though I'm ragged, miss, though I'm dirty,
And smell so strong of
tar,
I have pockets filled with silver, love,
And gold laid up in store."
Soon
as these words were spoken,
Down on her knees she fell,
Saying, "Forgive me, noble
sailor!
I love the sailor well."
"I will cross o'er the briny ocean,
Where the
meadows grow so green;
But since you refused my offer, miss,
Another shall wear the
ring."
"You may cross o'er the briny ocean,
Where the meadows grow so
green;
But since I refused your offer, sir,
Another may wear the
ring."
@courtship @sailor
from Cox, Folk-Songs of the South
recorded by Frankie
Armstrong
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