THE MERMAID

'Twas friday morning, when we set sail,
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,

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And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds do blow,
And we poor sailors, go skipping 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 brave old man was he,
He said, "This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom:
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea!" chorus

Up spoke the first mate of our gallant ship,
A fine young man was he,
He said, "I have a wife in Grimsby-By-The-Sea;
Tonight she'll be weepin' for me." chorus

Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship,
And a crusty old curmudgeon was he,
He said, "I care much more for me pots and me pans,
Than I do for the bottom of the sea!" chorus

Then three times 'round, spun our gallant ship;
Yes, three times 'round spun she,
Three times 'round, spun our gallant ship;
Then she sank to the bottom of the sea. chorus

G Major (3:53)
Bob Bielefeld fife, voice
Jim Hancock guitar, voice