Текст песни Stonecircle - Saucy Sailor
Stonecircle - Saucy Sailor слова песни
(Traditional)Come my own one, come my fair oneCome now unto meCould you fancy a poor sailor ladWho has just come from sea?You are ragged, love; you are dirty, love;And your clothes smell much like tar;So begone, you saucy sailor lad,So begone, you Jack Tar.If I`m ragged, love; and I`m dirty, love;And my clothes smell much like tar;I have silver in me pockets, love,And gold in great store.And then when she heard him say soOn her bended knee she fell--I will marry my dear Henry,For I love the lad so well.Do you think that I am foolish, love?Do you think that I am mad,For to wed with a poor country girlWhere no fortune`s to be had?I will cross the briny ocean,I will whistle and sing,And since you have refused the offer, love,Some other girl shall wear the ring.I am frolicksome, I am easy,Good-tempered and free,And I don`t give a single pin, me boys,What the world thinks of me.