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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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