As I walked out one bright May moning
A fair young lady I chanced to see
I asked her if she had a sweetheart
And this reply she gave to me
"It's seven long years since I had a sweetheart
It's seven long years since I did him see
And seven more I will wiat upon him
Till he returns for to marry me"
"I don't know how you can love a sailor
I don't know how you can love a slave
Perhaps he's married or else he's buried
Or lying in his cold watery grave"
"Well, if he's married, I wish him happy
And if he's buried I wish him rest
But for his sake I will never marry
For he's the young man that I love best"
He put his hand into his pocket
His fingers being so long and thin
Pulled out a ring that was bent and broken
And when she's seen it then she fell
He lifted her into his arms
He gave her kisses three by three
Sayin' "Who am I but your only sailor boy
Just returned for to marry you"