Yeah, but it matters not what words they use but that they don't mean it . . .

This version (Oxford Book Of Sea Songs) is the one I like best cos it tells it like it was/is"

When I was a servant in Rosemary Lane
I gained the goodwill of my master and dame
Till at length a young sailor came there for to lie,
Which was the beginning of my misery.

He called for a candle to light him to bed,
He called for a napkin to tie round his head;
To tie round his head as he used for to do
And he vowed and he swore I should come to bed too.

In the middle of the night this young man grew bold
And into my lap he threw handfuls of gold,
Saying, 'Take this, my dear, and more you shall have.
I'll be a friend to you as long as I live.'

So we tumbled and tossed by the light of the moon
We rose the next morning all in the same tune
The very next morning this young man arose
And dress himself out in his tarpaulin clothes.

Alas then I cried, oh I am undone
He has left me with child of a daughter or son
And if 'tis a girl she shall stay home with me,
And if 'tis a boy he shall plough on the sea.

With his long-quartered shoes, check shirt and blue jacket,
On the quarterdeck he shall stand like a bold British tar;
So I'll dry up my milk as you shall plainly see,
And pass for a maid in my own country.