Misc Traditional – Jolly Sailor Bold (Ukulele)

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Upon one summer’s morning, I carelessly did stray

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down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,

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conversing with a young lass who seemed to be in pain,

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saying, ‘William, when you go, I fear you’ll not come again.”

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My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold;

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oh, nothing will console me but my jolly sailor bold.

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His hair, it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal.

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May happiness attend him wherever he may go.

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From Tower Hill to Blackwall she’ll wander, weep, and moan

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all for her jolly sailor until he sails home.

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My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold;

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oh, nothing will console me but my jolly sailor bold.

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Her father is a merchant — the truth I now will tell —

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and in great London City in opulence doth dwell.

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His fortune doth exceed three hundred thousand gold.

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He frowns upon his daughter who loves a sailor bold.

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My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold;

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oh, nothing will console me but my jolly sailor bold.

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A fig for all his riches, his merchandise, and gold!

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True love thrives in her heart for her jolly sailor bold.

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Should he return in poverty from over the sea strand,

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to her yet yearning bosom, she’ll fondly press her man.

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My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold;

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oh, nothing will console me but my jolly sailor bold.

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Her sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,

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and oft they did go wand'ring throughout Ratcliffe Highway,

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where many winsome lasses they happy did behold

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reclining on the bosoms of their jolly sailors bold.

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My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold;

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oh, nothing will console me but my jolly sailor bold.

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Come, all you pretty, fair maids, wherever you may be,

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who love a jolly sailor that plows the raging sea.

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While 'loft in storm or gale, his absence must be mourned,

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and firmly pray of the day to home he safe returns.

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My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold;

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oh, nothing will console me but my jolly sailor bold.