In Yarmouth Town there lived a man Kept a tavern by the strand The landlord had a daughter fair A plump little thing with the golden hair Won't you come down? Won't you come down? Won't you come down to Yarmouth Town? I'm so tired of this awful place People dying without a trace And then they lined up in the dark Just enough seamen for the Cutty Sark Won't you come down? Won't you come down? Won't you come down to Yarmouth Town?