| Come my own one, come my fair one,
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| Come now unto me,
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| Could you fancy a poor sailor lad
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| Who has just come from sea.
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| You are ragged love, you are dirty love,
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| And your clothes smell much of tar,
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| So be gone you saucy sailor lad,
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| So be gone you Jack Tar.
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| If I am ragged love and I am dirty love,
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| And my clothes smell much of tar,
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| I have silver in my pocket love
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| And gold in great store.
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| And then when she heard him say so On her bended knees she fell,
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| I will marry my dear Henry
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| For I love a sailor lad so well.
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| Do you think that I am foolish love,
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| Do you think that I am mad,
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| For to wed with a poor country girl
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| Where no fortune’s to be had.
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| I will cross the briny ocean,
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| I will whistle and sing,
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| And since you have refused the offer love
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| Some other girl shall wear the ring.
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| I am frolicsome, I am easy,
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| Good tempered and free,
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| And I don’t give a single pin my boys
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| What the world thinks of me. |