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.
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