It was Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
When the captain, he spied a mermaid so fair
With a comb and a glass in her hand

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And the ocean waves do roll and the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping to the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below

And up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
And a fine auld man was he
This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea

And the ocean waves do roll and the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping to the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below

Then up spoke the first mate of our gallant ship
And a fine young man was he.
He says I have a wife in Salem by the sea
And a widow she will be.

And the ocean waves do roll and the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping to the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below

And 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

And the ocean waves do roll and the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping to the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below

Then three times around spun our gallant ship
And three times around spun she
And three times around spun our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea

And the ocean waves do roll and the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping to the top
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down below