Come me own one, come me fair onecome now unto me
Could you fancy a poor sailor ladwho 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 ladso be gone you 
Jack TarIf 
I am ragged love and 
I'm dirty loveand 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 sayon her bended knee she fell
I will marry my dear 
Henry, for 
I love a sailor lad so well
Do you think that 
I am foolish lovedo you think that 
I am madFor to wed with a poor country girlwhere no fortune's to be had
I will cross the briny ocean, 
I will whistle and sing
And since you've refused the offer lovesome other girl shall wear the ring
I am frolicsome and 
I am easy, good tempered and free
And I don't give a single pin me boyswhat the world thinks of me