My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold.
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.
Come all ye pretty fair maids
Whoever ye may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold
That plows the raging sea...
My heart is pierced by Cupid
I disdain all glittering gold.
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.
