I am a little sailor lad that do go on the sea,
I am a jolly fisherman, whatever I may be;
Oh, once I courted a pretty girl, I'll gain her if I can,
And I dearly dote upon her, she's my blooming Mary Ann.
The very first time I saw my love sure it was to a spree,
The very first glimpse I got of her I said she was for me;
As I went to the spree that night a-courting we began,
And it was my first acquaintance with blooming Mary Ann.
As I went to the spree that night myself for to enjoy,
For singing and for dancing like any other boy,
Where some danced reels, some more danced jigs, each girl unto her man,
But among them all danced none at all like blooming Mary Ann.
Oh, when the spree was over and homeward we did go,
And what shall follow after, you shortly shall know;
"When shall we meet again," I said, "when shall we meet again?"
"'Twill be on next Sunday evening," cried blooming Mary Ann.
Three days passed and Sunday came, I thought it was high time
For to get ready and go see that blooming girl of mine;
I washed my hands, likewise my face, my clothes I did put on,
And 'twas down the street I went to meet my blooming Mary Ann.
'Twas walking down and all around and singing merrily,
Until I came to her father's cot, the place where she should be;
Until I came to her father's cot, the place where she did stand,
And 'twas there I was kind treated by blooming Mary Ann.
Oh, up speaks her old father and this to me did say,
"If you love each other I suppose 'twill have to be;
I'll give you a little money and a house and farm of land,
If you'll stay on shore forever more with my daughter Mary Ann."
Oh, I being young in the world as plainly you can see,
And to refuse that offer what a foolish lad I'd be;
I thanked him for his money and a house and farm of land,
And I fell into the arms of his daughter Mary Ann.
Oh, now we are married, boys, and evermore to be,
Her parents they do like me, they do speak well of me;
Instead of plowing the ocean I can plough unto my land,
And I bless the day I came from sea, met blooming Mary Ann.
Come all you jolly sailor lads that do go on the sea,
If ever you meet with such a chance embrace it tenderly;
If ever you meet with such a chance embrace it if you can,
And especially if it should be like blooming Mary Ann.