Saucy Sailor - A Sea Shanty

Lyrics arr. Steeleye Span 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, 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