In Yarmouth Town there lived a man,
He had a little tavern by the strand.
And the landlord had a daughter fair,
Pretty little thing with golden hair.
Oh, won't you come down,
Won't you come down,
Won't you come down
To Yarmouth town. chorus x2
One night there came a sailor man
He asked the daughter for her hand.
"Oh, I won’t marry you, she said,
I get all I want without being wed.
"But if with me you’d like to linger,
I’ll tie a string all around my finger
And as you walk by, pull on my string
And I'll come down and let you right in."
Well, the very next day at closing time,
The sailor man goes down to the strand
And as he walks by, pulls on that string,
And she comes down, and lets him right in.
Now he's never seen such a sight before,
The string around the finger was all she wore!
Well, the sailor stayed the whole night through
And early in the morning went back to his crew,
And he told them all of the maiden fair,
The pretty little thing with the golden hair.
And then the news soon got around
And the very next night in Yarmouth Town
There were fifteen sailors pulling on the string
And she came down and she let them all in.
So all young men that to Yarmouth go,
If you see a pretty girl with her hair hung low,
All you've got to do’s pull on the string,
And she'll come down and she'll let you right in.