It was Friday morning when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
When the captain he spied a fishy mermaid
With a glass and a comb in her hand
Oh, the ocean wave do roll,
And the stormy winds do blow,
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the land lubbers lie down below,
Below, below,
While the land lubbers lie down below.
Up spoke the first mate of our gallant ship
And a brave young skipper was he,
“I have a wife in Salem by the Sea,
And tonight she’ll be weeping over me!”
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Up spoke the cook of our gallant ship,
And a greasy old butcher was he,
“I care much more for my pots and my pans,
Than I do for the bottom of the sea.”
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Three times around spun our gallant ship,
And three times around spun she;
Three times around spun our gallant ship,
And she sank to the bottom of the sea.
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