Come, my old love, come, my true love
Who has just returned from sea?
Who has just returned from the sea
Oh, indeed, I'll not wear the sailor lad
For his clothes smell strong of tar
You're a dirty, ragged, saucy sailor lad
So be gone, you jackie tar
So be gone, you jackie tar
Although I'm dirty, love,
And my clothes of tardish smell,
I have silver in my pocket, love,
And a store of gold as well,
And a store of gold as well.
And when she's heard him say
Down upon her knees she fell
Saying, dirty, ragged, saucy sailor lad
I love more than words can tell
I love more than words can tell
Do you think me to be foolish?
Do you think that I am mad?
For to wed with the likes of you me lass,
When there's others to be had,
When there's others to be had,
For I shall cross o 'er the briny ocean,
And my ship shall spread her wings,
And there I'll find a better love than you,
It's not for you, this wedding ring,
It's not for you, this wedding ring,
Though you may cross o 'er
And your ship shall spread her wings,
Lest he bears the wedding ring,
Lest he bears the wedding ring.