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When I opened my eyes I was dead as dust. Jewels were missin and my heart was bust. So I made a vow lying under that tree, that I'd wait for My true love to come set me free. Always waiting for someone to ask for my hand, when out of the blue will come this groovy young man, who will vow forever to be by my side and thats the story of this Corpse Bride

Upon one summer's morning

I carefully did stray

Down by the Walls of Wapping

Where I met a sailor gay.



Conversing with a young lass

Who seem'd to be in pain,

Saying, William, when you go

I fear you'll ne'er return again.



My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.



His hair it hangs in ringlets

His eyes as black as coal

My happiness attend him

Wherever he may go.



From Tower Hill to Blackwall

I'll wander, weep and moan

All for my jolly sailor

Until he sails home.



My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.



My father is a merchant

The truth I now will tell

And in great London City

In opulence doth dwell.



His fortune doth exceed

300,000 gold

And he frowns upon his daughter

Who loves a sailor bold.



A fig for his riches

His merchandise and gold

True love has grafted my heart

Give me my sailor bold.



My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.



Should he return in pov'rty

From o'er the ocean far

To my tender bosom

I'll press my jolly tar.



My sailor is as smiling

As the pleasant month of May

And often we have wandered

Through Ratcliffe Highway



Many a pretty blooming

Young girl we did behold

Reclining on the bosom

Of her jolly sailor bold.



My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.



My name it is Kathrine

A merchant's daughter fair

And I have left my parents

And three thousand pounds a year



Come all you pretty fair maids

Whoever you may be

Who love a jolly sailor

That plows the raging sea



While up aloft in storm

From me his absence mourn

And firmly pray arrive the day

He's never more to roam.



My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.



My heart is pierced by Cupid

I disdain all glittering gold

There is nothing can console me

But my jolly sailor bold.