Saucy Sailor "Come, my fairest, come, my dearest, And listen unto me; Will you marry a poor sailor boy, Who has just come home from the sea?" "You are ragged, sir, you are dirty, And smell so strong of tar; Begone, you dirty sailor boy! Begone, you Jack of tar!" "Though I'm ragged, miss, though I'm dirty, And smell so strong of tar, I have pockets filled with silver, love, And gold laid up in store." Soon as these words were spoken, Down on her knees she fell, Saying, "Forgive me, noble sailor! I love the sailor well." "I will cross o'er the briny ocean, Where the meadows grow so green; But since you refused my offer, miss, Another shall wear the ring." "You may cross o'er the briny ocean, Where the meadows grow so green; But since I refused your offer, sir, Another may wear the ring." @courtship @sailor from Cox, Folk-Songs of the South recorded by Frankie Armstrong filename[ SAUCYSLR SF ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===