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Jul 03, 2016 09:39PM
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My heart is pierced by CupidI disdain all glittering gold
There is nothing can console me,
But my jolly sailor bold
Upon one summer's morning, I carelessly did stray, Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a young lass, who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
His hair it hangs in ringlets , his eyes as black as coal,
May 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 that 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 in gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.
A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold,
True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold:
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that 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 fondly 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 that 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 bold that ploughs the raging sea,
While up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.
first off- extermly weird and catchy song- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6ZsO...Secondly Not ready to got to bed
Secret ear wax! HAHAHA. Its invisible so i can hear your bloody music. YOU SOUND LIKE JUSTIN BEIBER!! I say tauntingly
*somehow slaps the invisible wax outta his ear*heart is pierced by Cupid,
I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me
but my jolly sailor bold.
*leans forward like how the mermaid in the Pirates of Carabian*




