...or Sailor!

Rambling Sailor
I am a sailor stout and bold
For long I ploughed the ocean
To fight for my king and my country too
For honour and promotion
But brother sailors I bid you adieu
I will go no more to the seas with you
I will travel the country through and through
And I'll be a rambling sailor.

When first I came to Greenwich Town
There were lassies plenty
I boldly stepped up to one
To court her for her beauty.
I said "My dear, be of good cheer
I will not leave you need not fear"
But I travel the country through and through
And still be a rambling sailor

And when I came to Woolwich Town
There was Jenny and her mother
I could not choose between them two
So I courted one and then the other
I said "My dear what would you do
There's ale and wine and rum punch too
Besides a pair of new silk shoes
To travel with a rambling sailor

And when I awoke all in the morn
I left my love a-sleeping
I left her for an hour or two
While I went to court her mother.
But if she stay till I return
She may stay until the day of doom
I'll court some other girl in her room
And remain a rambling sailor.

And if you want to know my name
My name it is Young Johnson
I have got a commission from the king
To court all girls is handsome
With my false heart and flattering tongue
I court all girls both old and young
I'll court them all but I'll marry none
And I'll still be a rambling sailor