Here's my transcription from the mp3 file found at http://www.folking.com/mp3/chriswandycut/index.shtml.

SWEET JAYNE

Oh, come, sweet Jayne, for I must go. Come closer to me.
My trunk is stowed on Johnson's boat with all his company.

I heard a loud black thunder roar out of some cannon's mouth.
I would be welcome safe at home in my sweet sunny south.

I labored hard for seven years working for my wealth.
I lived on bread and salty meat and never lost my health.

I heard a loud black thunder roar out of some ship on board.
I spied sweet Jayne in all her curls come stepping to the shore.

I led her through the marbled halls in through her father's door.
A gay young crowd was standing around, standing on the floor.

The parson read the marriage vows: wed as one soul for life.
Now Jayne, you are mine without a doubt, a kind and loving wife.

[This review gives a nice description of how Chris Wood produces the accompaniment for that song.]