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John Barbour
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John Barbour

What ails you, my daughter dear?
Your eyes, they are so dim,
Have you had any sore sickness?
Or yet been sleeping with a man?

I have not had any sore sickness,
But I know what's ailing me.
I'm thinking of my own true love,
Who ploughs the raging sea.
He plows the raging sea.

Is he a lord or a duke or a knight?
Or a man of wealth or fame?
Or is he one of our sailor lads
Come tell me now his name.

He is no lord nor duke nor knight,
Nor a man of wealth or fame.
He is one of your sailor lads
And John Barbour is his name.

Now if John Barbour is his name,
A lowly sailor man is he.
Because if John Barbour is his name,
Then hanged he will be.
Then hanged he will be.

The king he called his sailors all
By one, by two, by three.
John Barbour was the first he called
But the last came down was he.

When he came a dripped down,
He was clothed all in white.
His cheeks were like the rose is red
And his teeth were ivory bright.

He paid their wages with a smile
And to John Barbour he did say.
If I was a woman as I am a man
My bed fellow you would be.

And will you marry my daughter Jane?
And take her by the hand.
And will you come and dine with me
And take charge of all my lands.

Yes I will marry your daughter Jane
And I'll take her by the hand.
And I will come and dine with you,
But to hell with all your land.

For if you can give her one gold piece,
Then I can give her three.
For I am bold John Barbour
And I plough the raging sea.
I plough the raging sea.
I plough the raging sea.