From a barque in the harbour he came roaming on shore
And stepped into a pub where I was oft times before
And as I was sitting and enjoying my ale
He sat down beside me, and gave me that smile
He sat down beside me and I squeezed his hand
I said, 'Sir you're a stranger not long to this land'
Will you roam, Jolly Sailor, will you roam ‘long with me
To some lonesome spot where nobody can see

'Don't you leave me Jolly Sailor' were the words I did cry
Waving and weeping and wiping my eyes
When you reach home in your own Newfoundland
Think of the young Spaniard who kept squeezing your hand

He quickly consented with me for to roam
I lived by myself in a neat little home
I was brisk, plump and jolly and my age scare 19
And the name that I went by was Spanish Irene
One fine summer's morning his ship, it set sail
And down by the seashore I quickly did trail

Waving my hankerchief and wiping my eyes
'Don't leave me Jolly Sailor' were the words I did cry

Well, I'll give you farewell love on a fine summer's breeze
But love don't forget me when you're crossing the seas
And when you are married and enjoying your bride
Think on the young Spaniard who lay by your side