Steeleye Span Follow

Come me own one, come me dear one,
Come and tell now to me
Can 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'm ragged love, and I'm dirty love
And me clothes smell much of tar
I've got silver in me pockets love,
And of gold a bright store.
And when she heard him say so
on her bended knees she fell
"To be sure I'll wed my dear henery, for I love sailor lads 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
When there's fortune to be had
I will cross the briney ocean
I will whistle and sing
And since you have refused the offer love
Some other girl will wear the ring
For I am frolicsome and easy,
Going tempered and free
And I don't give a single pin me boys
What the world thinks of me.