My heart is pierced by Cupid;
I disdain all glittering gold.
There is nothing can console me
But my jolly sailor bold.
 [bad word] 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.