Come all ye lads and lassies that wear a bunch of green
I hope you'll pay attention and listen unto me,
I am a poor unhappy girl disturbed all in my mind,
And for my brisk young sailor lad no comfort can I find.

The lad that I love dearly is proper, tall and slim,
He's handsome and well featured, complete in every limb,
He's handsome and well featured with no deludering tongue,
He's a lover of good behaviour, to me, a maid so young.

Oh, I kept my true love's company for better than three years,
He vowed and swore he'd marry me, I own I loved him dear,
But now, alas, from me he's gone, I cannot tell how far,
He has entered in to serve the Queen on board of a Man-o 'War.

I pray each night that he'll be safe while he is on the Main,
And that he'll shun all danger until he returns again,
He is a tall and handsome youth, his loss I do deplore,
And I'll weep daily for my love till he returns once more.