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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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        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.  

         Em                          Am 
        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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        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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        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.  

          Em                    Am 
        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.