What ails you my daughter dear your eyes 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 thinking of my own true love he plows the raging sea he plows the raging sea Be he a lord or a duke or a knight or a man of wealth of fame or is he one of my sailor lads come tell me now his name He is no lord or a duke or knight or a man of wealth and 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 and if John Barbor is his name then hanged he will be than hanged he will be The king he calls his sailors all by one by two by three John Barbour was the first he called but the last came was he When he came a trippin down he was clothed in all in white his hair were like the roses red and his teeth were ivory brite He paid their wages with a smile when John Barbour he did see if i was a woman if I were a man then bedfellows we would be Will you marry my daughter Jane and take her by the hand will you come and dine with me take charge of all my land I will marry your daughter Jane and I'll take her by the hand I will come and dine with you but to hell with all your lands if you can give her one gold piece then I can give her three for I am bold John Barbour and I plow the raging sea I plow the raging sea I plow