'Twas Friday morn' when we set sail, And we were not far from the land When our Captain he spied a mermaid, so far, With a comb and a glass in her hand Chorus: And the ocean waves do roll The stormy winds do blow And we poor sailors are skippin' at the top While the land lubbers lie down below, below, below While the land lubbers lie down below Then up spoke the Captain of our gallant ship And a fine spoken man was he This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom We shall sink to the bottom of our sea Chorus Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship And a brave young lad was he He says, "I've a wife in Boston by the sea And this night a widow she will be.” Chorus Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship And a crazy old butcher was he I care much more for my pots and my pans Than I do for the bottom of the sea Chorus Then 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 Chorus
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