I am a sailor brisk and bold,
Long time I've sailed the ocean.
And I've fought for my king and the country too,
For honour and promotion.
But now, my brother shipmates, I bid you all adieu,
No more will I go to sea with you;
But I'll ramble the country through and through
And I'll be a rambling sailor.
Now it's off to the village then I went
Where I saw the la**ies plenty;
And I boldly stepped up to one of them
To court her for her beauty.
Oh, her cheeks, they were like the roses red;
She'd a fine feathered bonnet all on her head.
I put the hard word on her but she said she was a maid,
The saucy little trim-rigged doxy.
"Oh, I can't and I shan't and I won't go with you,
You saucy rambling sailor.
For my parents they would never agree
For I'm promised to a tailor."
But I was hot shot eager to rifle her charms.
"A guinea," says I, "for a roll in your arms."
The deal was done and upstairs we went,
Myself and the trim-rigged doxy.
Well it's haul on the bowline, let the stays'ls fall,
We was yardarm to yardarm bobbin'.
And my shot locker empty, asleep I fell
And soon she fell to robbin';
Now she robbed all my pockets of everything I had,
She even stole my new boots from underneath the bed,
And she even stole my gold watch from underneath my head,
The saucy little trim-rigged doxy.
But it's when I awoke in the morning bright
I started to roar like thunder.
For my gold watch and my money too
She bore away for plunder.
Now it wasn't for my watch, and nor my money too,
For them I don't value but I tell you true,
I think her little fire-bucket burned my bobstay through,
The saucy little trim-rigged doxy.