----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jolly Sailor Bold ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tabbed by: Skugga E-mail: koegelenbergda@ymail.com This is an awesome pirate shanty and I couldn't find a single tab of it so here it is. The picking tempo is also up to you some prefer faster and others prefer slower just repeat what I have given. Enjoy :) Tuning: Standard EADGBE Chords : Em, Am, B7 Open B7: 1 2 e|-----|-----| B|-----|-----| G|-----|--X--| D|--X--|-----| A|-----|--X--| E|-----|-----| Picking pattern(optional) e|----------------------------------------------------| B|-------0-----------0-----------1-----------1--------| G|----0-----0-----0-----0-----2-----2-----2-----2-----| D|-2-----------2--------------------------------------| A|-------------------------0-----------0--------------| E|----------------------------------------------------| e|----------------------------------------------------| B|-------0-----------0-----------0-----------0--------| G|----0-----0-----0-----0-----2-----2-----0-----0-----| D|-2-----------2-----------------------2--------------| A|-------------------------2--------------------------| E|----------------------------------------------------|

Up^Emon one summer's morning, I ca^Amrelessly did stray, Down ^Emby the Walls of Wapping, where I ^B7met a sailor g^Emay, Co^Emnversing with a bouncing lass, who s^Ameem'd to be in pain, Saying, W^Emilliam, when you go, I fear you will n^B7e'er return a^Emgain.

H^Emis hair it does in ringlets hang, his e^Amyes as black as soles, May ha^Emppiness attend him w^B7herever he g^Emoes, F^Emrom Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will w^Amander, weep and moan, A^Emll for my jolly sailor bold, un^B7til he does r^Emeturn.

M^Emy father is a merchant—the^Am truth I now will tell, A^Emnd in great London City in o^B7pulence doth d^Emwell, H^Emis fortune doth exceed 30^Am0,000 in gold, And he fr^Emowns upon his daughter, 'cause she lo^B7ves a sailor b^Emold.

A^Em fig for his riches, his m^Amerchandize, and gold, True l^Emove is grafted in my heart; give ^B7me my sailor b^Emold: S^Emhould he return in poverty, from o^Am'er the ocean far, To ^Emmy tender bosom, I'll f^B7ondly press my jolly t^Emar.

My ^Emsailor is as smiling as the p^Amleasant month of May, And ^Emoft we have wandered through R^B7atcliffe Highw^Emay, Whe^Emre many a pretty blooming girl we h^Amappy did behold, Rec^Emlining on the bosom of her j^B7olly sailor b^Emold.

Com^Eme all you pretty fair maids, w^Amhoever you may be Who l^Emove a jolly sailor bold that p^B7loughs the raging s^Emea, Whi^Emle up aloft, in storm or gale, from ^Amme his absence mourn, And fi^Emrmly pray, arrive the day, he h^B7ome will safe re^Emturn.

My^Em name it is Maria, a m^Amerchant's daughter fair, And ^EmI have left my parents and three t^B7housand pounds a ye^Emar, My^Em heart is pierced by Cupid, I d^Amisdain all glittering gold, There is n^Emothing can console me but my j^B7olly sailor b^Emold.