My Jolly Sailor Bold

-Based on the shanty that was in Pirates of the Carribean: On Stranger Tides.-

 

I met a sailor on a golden noon by the sunny bay.

We spent three nights together then he went on his way.

He promised he would sail back to me. We would marry and grow old.

There is nothing I wish for more than my jolly sailor bold.

 

Now six months have passed on by me, no letters I have received.

Other women seemed certain, all dressed in black they grieved.

A yellow ringlet of my lover’s hair near to my heart I fold.

There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

 

I lay in bed and think of him as he was the day we met.

We slowly strolled along the shore, only children yet.

My heart is pierced by cupid, I disdain all glittering gold.

There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

 

Twelve months have gone and still no word on if my love will return.

I have written a letter to whom it may concern.

I have given everything I had, all of my riches are sold.

There is nothing can console my but my jolly sailor bold.

 

I stand on the darkened shore and breath deep the cold, briny air.

My lover shall never sail back to his lady fair.

The tidal waves creep ever closer and to my feet they take hold.

There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

 

My heart is filled with sadness but I shed not a single tear.

It would not be long until I met my sailor dear.

As the seafoam gathered in my lungs, the iron bells sadly tolled.

There was nothing could console me but my jolly sailor bold.

 

I sunk deep into the blackness to a muddy clamshell bed.

Summer dreams of us together running through my head.

I thought I heard my name cried out softly as over me ships rolled

There was nothing left for me without my jolly sailor bold.