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POOR JACK (2) Come ye young ones, Come ye fair ones Come now all to me Would you fancy a poor sailor lad? Who has just come from sea? But you are raggedy, love, You are dirty, love And your clothes smell much of tar. So be gone you saucy sailor lad, So be gone you Jack Tar. But if I am ragged, love And I am dirty, Love And me clothes smell much of tar I have silver in my pocket, love And gold in great score And when she heard him say so On a bended knee she fell "I will marry, my dear, Henry For I love the sailor lad so well." Do you think that I am foolish, love? Do you think that I am mad? For to wed a poor country girl With no fortune to be had. I will cross the briny ocean I will whistle and sing. And I don't give a single pin, my boys What the world thinks of me. Recorded by Frankie Armstrong DT #415 Laws K38 filename[ POORJAC2 EH Feb07 |
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