I am a sailor brave and bold,
Long time I've ploughed the ocean
To fight for king and country too,
For honour and promotion.

I said: "My brother sailors I bid you adieu.
No more to the sea will I go with you,
But travel the country through and through,
And I'll be a rambling sailor."

The king's permission granted me
To range the country over.
From Bristol town to Liverpool,
From Plymouth Sound to Dover.

And in whatever town I went,
To court young maidens I was bent.
And marry none was my intent,
But live a rambling sailor.

If you should want to know my name,
My name it is young Johnson.
I've got a permission from the king
To court young girls and handsome.

I said: "My dear, what do you choose?
There's ale and wine and brandy too,
Besides a pair of new silk shoes
To travel with a rambling sailor."

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