And then there's Dominic Behan's:

A sailor courted a farmer's daughter,
Who lived contagious to the town of Strabane
With love and melody he did besought her
That she'd marry him before she'd marry any other type or classification of a man.

Now this farmer's daughter had proud posessions,
A silver teapot and two-pounds-ten in gold,
"Would you marry me, me dear deepwater sailor,
If I wrapped them up in a bundle and threw them down deep into the ocean cold?"

"I'd marry you, me heart's conchantment,
If you had nothing but your ould one's curse"
So she made a bundle of alll her posessions,
And threw them down deep in the bottom of the ocean; that ends that verse.

But this brisk young sailor could swim like a duckeen,
So diving deep to the bottom of the ocean, he dived down deep below.
He got the bundle and come up chuckling,
Thinking of the wonderful time he'd have with the money when he got to the fair of Ballinasloe.

But this farmer's daughter near kilt herself laughing,
For all in the bundle was a wee pinthaneen of a stone.
A sailor courted a farmer's daughter,
Now he wished that he'd left her...... alone.

Jim Carroll