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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 bouncing lass, who seemed to be in pain Saying William, when you go, I fear you will never 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 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 ploughs the raging sea While up aloft in storm, from me his absence mourn And firmly pray, arrive the
