As I walked out one may morning, one May morning so free
I overheard a fair pretty maid, a-weepin' by the sea
I stepped up to this fair pretty maid, sayin'

"Whatever can the matter be?"

She jumped in surprise,
and she wiped her eyes,

and then she said to me...

My Johnny is a sailor lad, and he sails over the wave
He loves me very tenderly and all his pay he saves
And we are to be marry-ed when next he comes to shore

But it's been two years,
and I do fear
That he sails the ocean floor!

I stepped up to that fair pretty maid, and to her I did explain
"That sailor lad you're weepin' for? I am the very same!
I've come to claim my own true love! And Johnny is me name...."

This always works in the movies....