Chords
Jolly Sailor Bold

Key: G

Introduction:

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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 bouncing lass, who seem'd to be in pain
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Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again
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My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold
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There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold
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His hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as soles
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May happiness attend him wherever he goes
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From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan
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All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return
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My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold
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There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold
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My 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 300,000 in gold
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And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold
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A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold
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True love is grafted in my heart  give me my sailor bold
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My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold
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There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold
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Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far
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To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar
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My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May
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And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway
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Where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold
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Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold
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My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold
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There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold
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My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair
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And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year
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My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold
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There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold
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Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
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Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea
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While up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn
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And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return
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My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold
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There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold