Come me own one, come me fair one  come now unto me  Could you fancy a poor sailor lad  who has just come from sea    You are 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    If I am ragged love and I'm dirty love  and me clothes smell much of tar  I have silver in me pocket love, and gold in great store    And then when she heard him say say  on her bended knee 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  For to wed with a poor country girl  where no fortune's to be had    I will cross the briny ocean, I will whistle and sing  And since you've refused the offer love  some other girl shall wear the ring    I am frolicsome and I am easy, good tempered and free  And I don't give a single pin me boys  what the world thinks of me