My Jolly Sailor Bold

semlm aku melayan Pirate Of Te Caribbean.. tapi ape aku nak tulis ni bukan pasal filem tu, review filem ni kalu rajin aku tulis la. tapi dlm movie ni aku tertarik dgn satu lagu.. lagu ni mermaid nyanyi. pergh..enchanting song sang by enchanting mermaid. scene tu mmg aku suka. dgn background music. korang mesti suspen ape yg mermaid tu akan buat. ni lirik die dlm scene ni.

My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.

Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be
Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea.

ok..clip kat atas tu scene lagu tu erk. dlm tu Tamara a.k.a Queen of Mermaid (lakonan Gemma Ward), tapi dlm movie takde la mention pasal Queen of Mermaid. I'm not sure either Gemma is the real singer or just lip synch..urm.. tapi aku berkenan betul ngan lagu ni. mcm terpukau. wakakaka..ayat tak bole blah. dan bila aku godek2 internet, there is a full lyric, real or not, tak dpt di pastikan. Dan composer lagu ni Hans Zimmer (yg ni pun aku tak pasti, pasal lagu ni tak release lagi. urm.....kalau ade pun dari dlm movie je.)

Upon one summer’s morning, I carefully did stray,
Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay,
Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seem’d to be in pain,
Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne’er return again.

His hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as soles,
My happiness attend him wherever he goes,
From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan,
All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.

My father is a merchant — the truth I will now tell,
And in great London City in opulence doth dwell,
His fortune doth exceed ₤300,000 in gold,
And he frowns upon his daughter, ‘cause she loves a sailor bold.

A fig for his riches, his merchandise, and gold,
True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold:
Should he return in poverty, from o’er the ocean far,
To my tender bosom, I’ll fondly press my jolly tar.

My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May,
And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway,
Where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold,
Reclining on the bosom of her 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 or 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,
And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year,
My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold,
There is nothing that can console me but my jolly sailor bold.