upon one summer s morning i carefully 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 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 where ever 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 three hundred thousand 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 re 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 girls 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 fairmaids whoever you may be who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea while up aloft in storm from me his abscence mourn and firmly pray arrive the day he s never more to roam my heart is pierced by cupid i disdain on glittering gold there s nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold