The Mermaid

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 glass in her hand.
 And the ocean waves do roll
 And the stormy winds do blow
 And we poor sailors, are skippin at the top
 While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
 While 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 my of our doom
 We shall sink to the bottom of the sea
 Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
 And a fine strappin lad was he
 He said I's a wife in Brooklyn by the sea
 And tonight she a widow will be
 And up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
 And a crazy old butcher was he
 He says I care much more for my pots and my pans
 Than I do for the bottom of the sea
 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