| Upon one summer's morning, I carefully 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 young lass, who seemed to be in pain
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| Saying William, when you go, I fear you'll ne'er return again
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| My heart is pierced by Cupid
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| I disdain all glittering gold
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| There is nothing can console me
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| But my jolly sailor bold
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| His hair it hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as coal
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| My happiness attend him wherever he may go
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| From Tower Hill to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan
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| All for my jolly sailor, until he sails home
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| My heart is pierced by Cupid
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| I disdain all glittering gold
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| There is nothing can console me
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| But my jolly sailor bold
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| My name 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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| Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
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| Who love a jolly sailor that ploughs the raging sea
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| While up aloft in storm, from me his absence mourn
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| And firmly pray, arrive the day, he's never more to roam
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| My heart is pierced by Cupid
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| I disdain all glittering gold
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| There is nothing can console me
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| But my jolly sailor bold
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| My heart is pierced by Cupid
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| I disdain all glittering gold
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| There is nothing can console me
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| But my jolly sailor bold |