Twas Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
When the captain spied a lovely mermaid
With a comb and a mirror in her hand
chorus:
Oh the ocean waves may roll
And the stormy seas may blow
While we poor sailors go skipping up aloft
The landlubbers lie down below, below, below
The landlubbers lie down below.
Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
And a well spoken man was he,
“I have married me a wife in Salem town.
Tonight a widow she will be.
Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a red-hot cook was he,
“I care much more for my kettles and my pots
Than I do for the bottom of the sea.”
Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship
And a dirty little rat was he,
“There’s nary a soul in Salem town
That gives a darn about me.”
Then three times around went our gallant ship
Three times around went she
Yes three times around went our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea.
