Come my own one
Language: English
"Come my own one, come my fond one, Come my dearest unto me, Will you wed a poor sailor lad That has just returned from sea?" "You are ragged, love, you are dirty, love, And your clothes smell much of tar So begone you saucy sailor boy. So begone you Jack Tar." "If I'm ragged, love, if I'm dirty, love, And my clothes smell much of tar, I've silver in my pocket, love, Bright gold in great store." As soon as she heard him say so Down on her bended knee she fell, "I will wed you my dear Henery, For I love a sailor lad well." "Do you think I am foolish, love, Do you think that I am mad, To wed a poor country girl, Where no fortune is to be had?" "I'll a-cross the briny ocean, Where meadows are so green, And since you refuse the offer, love, Some other girl shall wear the ring." "I'm frolicsome, I'm easy, Good-tempered and free, I don't care a single pin, my boys, What the world thinks of me."
Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by George Sainton Kaye Butterworth (1885 - 1916), "Come my own one", from Folk Songs from Sussex, no. 5. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 28
Word count: 179