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."