Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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|-----|-----|
EmAm Upon one summer's morning, I carelessly did stray, EmB7Em Down by the Walls of Wapping, where I met a sailor gay, EmAm Conversing with a bouncing lass, who seem'd to be in pain, EmB7Em Saying, William, when you go, I fear you will ne'er return again.
EmAm His hair it does in ringlets hang, his eyes as black as soles, EmB7Em May happiness attend him wherever he goes, EmAm From Tower Hill, down to Blackwall, I will wander, weep and moan, EmB7Em All for my jolly sailor bold, until he does return.
EmAm My father is a merchant—the truth I now will tell, EmB7Em And in great London City in opulence doth dwell, EmAm His fortune doth exceed 300,000 in gold, EmB7Em And he frowns upon his daughter, 'cause she loves a sailor bold.
EmAm A fig for his riches, his merchandize, and gold, EmB7Em True love is grafted in my heart; give me my sailor bold: EmAm Should he return in poverty, from o'er the ocean far, EmB7Em To my tender bosom, I'll fondly press my jolly tar.
EmAm My sailor is as smiling as the pleasant month of May, EmB7Em And oft we have wandered through Ratcliffe Highway, EmAm Where many a pretty blooming girl we happy did behold, EmB7Em Reclining on the bosom of her jolly sailor bold.
EmAm Come all you pretty fair maids, whoever you may be EmB7Em Who love a jolly sailor bold that ploughs the raging sea, EmAm While up aloft, in storm or gale, from me his absence mourn, EmB7Em And firmly pray, arrive the day, he home will safe return.
EmAm My name it is Maria, a merchant's daughter fair, EmB7Em And I have left my parents and three thousand pounds a year, EmAm My heart is pierced by Cupid, I disdain all glittering gold, EmB7Em There is nothing can console me but my jolly sailor bold.