Songs of the Drink, Songs of the Sea

The Mermaid

03:51
Pierce Campbell
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traditional

Lyrics

It was Friday morn when we set sail And we were not far from the land When our captain he spied a mermaid so fair 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 skipping at the top While the landlubbers lie down below below below And the Landlubbers lie down below Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship And a fine old man was he This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom We shall sink to the bottom of the sea Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship And a fine spoken man was he Sayin I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea And tonight a widow she will be Then up spoke the cook og 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 Then three times round spun our gallant ship And three times round spun she Then three times round spun our gallant ship And she sank to the bottom of the sea