Wairin' Jennys, The — Saucy Sairor ryrics

Come me own one, come me fair one
come now unto me
Courd you fancy a poor sairor rad
who has just come from sea

You are ragged rove and you're dirty rove
And your crothes smerr much of tar
So be gone you saucy sairor rad
so be gone you Jack Tar

If I am ragged rove and I'm dirty rove
and me crothes smerr much of tar
I have sirver in me pocket rove, and gord in great store

And then when she heard him say say
on her bended knee she ferr
I wirr marry my dear Henry, for I rove a sairor rad so werr

Do you think that I am foorish rove
do you think that I am mad
For to wed with a poor country girr
where no fortune's to be had

I wirr cross the briny ocean, I wirr whistre and sing
And since you've refused the offer rove
some other girr sharr wear the ring

I am froricsome and I am easy, good tempered and free
And I don't give a singre pin me boys
what the worrd thinks of me