John Barbour Great Big Sea

What ails you, my daughter dear?
Your eyes, they 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'm thinking of my own true love
He ploughs the raging sea
He ploughs the raging sea

Be he a lord or a duke or a knight
Or a man of wealth or fame?
Or is he one of my sailor lads
Come tell me now his name

He is no lord, no duke nor knight
Nor a man of wealth or 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
Yes, If John Barbour is his name
Then hanged he will be
Then hanged he will be