Jolly Sailor Bold

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 and gale from me his absence mourn And firmly pray arrive the day he home will safe return My name it is Maria a merchant’s daughter fair I left my parents and three thousand pounds a year My heart is pierced by Cupid I disdain all glittering gold Nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold