| What ails you, my daughter dear? |
| Your eyes, they look so dim, |
| Have you had any sore sickness, |
| Or yet been sleeping with a man? |
| No I haven’t had any sore sickness, |
| But I know what’s ailing me, |
| I am thinking of my own true love |
| Who ploughs the raging sea. |
| Is he a lord or a duke or a knight |
| Or a man of wealth and fame? |
| Or is he one of our sailor lads |
| Come tell me now his name. |
| He is no lord nor duke nor knight |
| Nor a man of wealth or fame. |
| He is one of your sailor lads |
| John Barbour is his name. |
| Now if John Barbour is his name, |
| A lowly sailor man is he, |
| If John Barbour is his name, |
| Then hanged he shall be. |
| Then he called his sailors all |
| By one, by two, by three |
| John Barbour was the first he called |
| But the last came down was he. |
| When he came a dancing down, |
| He was clothed all in white |
| His cheeks were like the roses red |
| And his teeth were ivory bright. |
| He paid their wages with a smile |
| And to John Barbour he did say |
| If I was a woman as I am a man |
| My bed fellow you would be. |
| And will you marry my daughter Jane? |
| And take her by the hand |
| And will you come and dine with me Take charge of all my lands. |
| Yes I will marry your daughter Jane |
| And take her by the hand |
| And I will come and dine with you, |
| But to hell with all your land. |
| For if you can give her one gold piece, |
| Then I can give her three. |
| For they call me young John Barbour |
| And I plough the raging sea. |