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A sailor courted a farmer's daughter that lived convenient to the Isle of Man, |
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And mark good people, what followed after, |
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A long time courting and nothing done. |
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A long time courting but still discoursing of things concerning the ocean wide. |
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He said, "My darling, at our next meeting if you'll be constant |
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I'll make you my bride." |
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As for sailors, I don't admire them because they sails in so many parts. |
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First they love you and then they slight you |
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And leave you behind with a broken heart. |
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Don't say so my dearest jewel, I never intended to serve you so. |
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I have once more to cross the ocean, you know, my darling, that I must go. |
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The news was carried unto his mother before he set one foot on board, |
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That he was courting a farmer's daughter whose aged parents could not afford |
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One penny portion, down to the ocean, like one distracted his mother ran. |
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If you don't forsake her, your bride not make her, |
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I will dosown you to be my son. |
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Mother, Mother, you're in a passion, I'm sorry you have spoke too late. |
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Don't you remember in your first beginning |
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My father married you from a servant maid. |
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Don't you despise her, I mean to rise her, |
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As my own father to you has done. |
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And I will take you, my bride I'll make her, you may disown me to be your son. |
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When his truelove she heard the story, straight to the ocean then she did run. |
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Saying in a passion, you need not mind her, |
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We shall have money when they have none. |
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Money or not, you are my lot. |
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You have my heart and my free good will, |
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And I will take you, |
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Let my scolding mother say what she will. |
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The sailor married his farmer's daughter, they live contented in the Isle of Man, |
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And mark good people what followed after, a long time courting and all was done. |
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A long time courting and still discoursing of things concerning the ocean wide. |
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He said my darling, my dearest jewel, I love dearly my constant bride, |
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constant bride, constant bride, my constant bride. |
