My Jolly Sailor Bold (Vidia) Piraci z Karaibów
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Upon one summer's morning,
I carefully did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping,
where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a youngng lass,
who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go,
I fear you'll ne'er return again.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
His hair it hangs in ringlets,
his eyes as black as coal,
My happiness attend him
wherever he may go,
From Tower Hill to Blackwall,
I'll wander, weep and moan,
All for my jolly sailor ,
until he sails home.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
My father is a merchant
the truth I now will tell,
And in great London City
in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed
300,000 gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter,
who loves a sailor bold.
A fig for his riches,
his merchandise, and gold,
True love has grafted my heart;
give me my sailor bold.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
Should he return in pov'rty,
from o'er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom,
I'll press my jolly tar.
My sailor is as smiling
as the pleasant month of May,
And often we have wandered
through Ratcliffe Highway,
many a pretty blooming
young girl we did behold,
Reclining on the bosom
of her jolly sailor bold.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
My name it is Maria,
a merchant's daughter fair,
And I have left my parents
and three thousand pounds a year,
Come all you pretty fair maids,
whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor
that plows the raging sea,
While up aloft in storm,
from me his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, arrive the day,
he's never more to roam.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
I carefully did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping,
where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a youngng lass,
who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go,
I fear you'll ne'er return again.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
His hair it hangs in ringlets,
his eyes as black as coal,
My happiness attend him
wherever he may go,
From Tower Hill to Blackwall,
I'll wander, weep and moan,
All for my jolly sailor ,
until he sails home.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
My father is a merchant
the truth I now will tell,
And in great London City
in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed
300,000 gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter,
who loves a sailor bold.
A fig for his riches,
his merchandise, and gold,
True love has grafted my heart;
give me my sailor bold.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
Should he return in pov'rty,
from o'er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom,
I'll press my jolly tar.
My sailor is as smiling
as the pleasant month of May,
And often we have wandered
through Ratcliffe Highway,
many a pretty blooming
young girl we did behold,
Reclining on the bosom
of her jolly sailor bold.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
My name it is Maria,
a merchant's daughter fair,
And I have left my parents
and three thousand pounds a year,
Come all you pretty fair maids,
whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor
that plows the raging sea,
While up aloft in storm,
from me his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, arrive the day,
he's never more to roam.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
My heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
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