My Johnny Was a Shoemaker - Barbara Dickson

My Johnny was a shoemaker

And dearly he loved me

My Johnny was a shoemaker

But now he’s gone to sea

With pitch and tar to soil his hands

And to sail across the sea, stormy sea

And sail across the stormy sea

His jacket was a deep sky blue

And curly was his hair

His jacket was a deep sky blue

It was, I do declare

For to reef the top sails up against the mast

And to sail across the sea, stormy sea

And sail across the stormy sea

Someday he’ll be a captain bold

With a brave and gallant crew

Someday he’ll be a cptain bold

With a sword and a spyglass too

And when he has a gallant captain’s sword

He’ll come home and marry me, marry me

He’ll come home and marry me