Twas Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
When the captain, he spied a lovely mermaid
With a comb and a glass in her hand
Chorus.
And the ocean’s waves will roar
And the stormy winds will blow
While we poor sailors Lads skipping up aloft
And 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
He said, “This fishy mermaid has cursed upon our ship:
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea!” chorus
And up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
And a well-spoken man was he
I have me a wife in Salem by the sea
And tonight she a widow will be
And up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a rbloody old butcher was he
Saying I care much more for my pots and my pans
Than I do for the bottom of the sea
Then three times around went our gallant ship
And three times around went she
Three times around went our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea