Hurt me with the truth .. but NEVER comfort me with a lie xxx~
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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 Wherever he may go.
From Tower Hill to Blackwall I'll wander, weep and moan All for my jolly sailor Until he sails home... Come all you pretty fair maids Whoever you may be Who love a jolly sailor That plows the raging sea
While up aloft in storm From me his absence mourn And firmly pray arrive the day He's never more to roam.