Classic Poem

Fair Mary sat at her father's castle gate,
A-watching the ships coming in;
Her father he came and sat by her side,
For he saw she looked pale and thin--
For he saw she looked pale and thin.

"Are you sick? Are you sick, dear Mary?" he said,
"Are you sick? Are you sick?" quoth he,
"Or are you in love with a jolly sailor lad,
Who sails the distant seas?"

"I am not sick, dear father," she says,
"I am not sick," quoth she,
"But I'm in love with a jolly sailor lad,
John Barbour is his name."

"Is it so? Is it so, dear Mary?" he said,
"Is it so? Is it so?" quoth he,
"If you're in love with a jolly sailor lad,
Then hangèd he shall be!"

Then the old man he called up his merry, merry men,
By one, by two, by three,
John Barbour had been the very last man,
But now the first was he.

"Will you marry my daughter?" the old man said,
"Will you marry my daughter?" quoth he,
"Will you sing and play and dance with her,
And be heir to my houses and lands?"

"Yes, I'll marry your daughter," the young man said,
"I'll marry your daughter," quoth he,
"I'll sing and play and dance with her,
But a fig for your houses and lands!"

"Although John Barbour is my name,
I'm the Duke of Cumberland,
And for every pound that you give her,
I'll give her ten thousand pounds."