DESCRIPTION:
I recorded the full version of this beautiful song, and came up with som simple second vocals just to vary the singing.


Lyrics:

Upon one summer's morning, I carefully did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a young lass, who seem'd to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you'll ne'er return again.

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 back home

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, who 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 pov'rty, from o'er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom, I'll press my jolly tar.

My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,
And often we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway,
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, when he sails his way back home
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I dis dain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold