TACENDA: [Cruel]

0.3 ; Trapped

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 seemed 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 ♪ ♪

Pukul empat pagi, Javier baru saja pergi dari ruang baca pribadi di mansion ini setelah tertidur sejak jam dua belas malam. Namun laju langkahnya memelan ketika hendak turun tangga, niatnya seketika urung saat terdengar nyanyian yang cukup horor di pagi buta.

Serius, ia menilik Patek Philippe yang melingkar di lengannya. Ini bahkan baru jam empat lewat sepuluh pagi. Suara itu mendayu dari arah kamar Elisabeth. Di dekatinya daun pintu kayu antik berukiran rumit, Javier menempelkan kupingnya disana. Sekujur tubuhnya merinding, lagunya terdengar seperti lagu pemanggil hantu.

Apa yang gadis aneh itu lakukan di pagi buta begini? Desis alam bawah sadar Javier.

Elisabeth adalah gadis aneh—bahkan sangat. Tak pernah ia bertemu dengan manusia dengan tingkah laku tak terduga semacam ini.

Memang benar suaranya indah dan menghipnotis, tapi lagunya? Lagunya seperti nyanyian pemanggil hantu! Lebih-lebih lagi gadis itu menyanyikannya di jam rawan seperti ini.

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 Maria, 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 ploughs 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 ♪ ♪