In Yar mouth town there lived a man
Who kept a tavern by the sand
This landlord had a daughter fair
A plump little thing with a golden hair
Well, to this tavern came a sailor man
He asked the daughter for her hand
Why should I marry you, she says,
I get all I want without being wed
if you want with me to linger
I'll tie a bit of string all around my finger
You come by and you pull on the string
I'll come down and I'll let you in
So the very next night that Salem man
He went to the tavern by the sand
And he went by and he pulled on the string
She came down and she let him in
Well, he'd never seen such a sight before
For the string around her finger was all she
And when he went and he pulled on the string,
She pulled by the blankets
Early in the morning went
Where he told them all about that maiden fair,
The plump little thing with the golden hair.
And the word, it soon got around
And the very next night in Yar
There were fifteen sailors
She came down and she let them in
Won't you come down to Yarmouth town
So come on, young sailors,
we're down to Yarmouth to go
Do you see a plump little thing
with her hair hanging low
Well, all you've got to do is
She'll come down and let you in,