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♒ My Jolly Sailor Bold ♒【full/extended version cover】
May 24, 2011
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I APOLOGIZE IN ADVANCE FOR THE DISAPPOINTMENT THIS WILL PROBABLY BRING. O_O
i was getting complaints that my original was too short and stuff, so i decided i'd try my hand at the whole song. I believe the only parts that are audible of it in the movie however are the Maria, fair maids, and Cupid stanza, XD
IN HIND SIGHT...this was a terrible idea. .___. i'm not quite sure why i actually attempted to go through with this instead of just apologizing for the shortness of my original. singing a nearly four minute song acapella with hardly a varying tune is quite tedious, tiresome, and hard LOL. ;____; i did not do well. but i wasn't going to waste it either, so here we go. D8
here are the original full lyrics, [however, I sang it slightly differently to make it flow a little better XD]
Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.
His hair hangs in ringlets, his eyes as black as soles,
My happiness attend him wherever he goes,
From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I'll wander, weep and moan,
All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.
My father is a merchant — the truth I will now tell,
And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed 300,000 gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.
A fig for his riches, his merchandise, and gold,
True love has grafted my heart; give me my sailor bold:
Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.
My sailor is a smiling as the pleasant month of May,
And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway,
Where many a pretty blooming girl we did behold,
Reclining on the bosom of her 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 fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea,
While up aloft, in storm, from me his absence mourn,
And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.