Oh well, who wouldn`t be a sailor lad a sailin` on the main. To gain the good will of his captain`s good name? He came ashore one evening for to be. And that was the beginning of my own true love and me
Chorus: And it`s home,boys,home Home I`d like to be home for a while In me me own country, Where the oak and the ash and the bonny rowan tree Are all a-growin` green in the old country.
Well I asked for a candle for to light me up to bed And likewise for a handkerchief to tie around me head. She tended to me needs like a young maid ought to do, So then I says to her ”Now won`t you leap in with me too?”
Well she jumped into bed, making no alarm Thinking a young sailor lad could do to her no harm. Well I hugged her and I kissed her the whole night long, Till she wished the short night had been seven years long.
Well early next morning the sailor lad arose And into Mary`s apron threw a handful of gold Saying ”Take this me dear for the mischief that I`ve done For tonight I fear I`ve left you with a daughter or a son.”
”Well if it be a girl child, send her out to nurse, with gold in her pocket and with silver in her purse, and if it be a boy child he`ll wear the jacket blue and go climbing up the rigging like his daddy used to do”
Oh come all of you fair maidens, a warning take by me, Never let a sailor lad an inch above your knee, For I trusted one and he beguiled me, He left me with a pair of twins to dangle on me knee