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