65th Regiment Song Book |
It was Friday morn when we set
sail,
And we were not so far from the land,
When the captain he spied a mermaid so fair,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
And the ocean waves do roll,
And the stormy winds do blow,
And we poor tars go skipping through the tops,
While the landlubbers lie down
Below, below, below.
While the landlubbers lie down.
Up spoke the captain of our
gallant ship,
And a fine spoken sailor was he.
"This fishy mermaid has warned us of our doom.
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea."
Chorus
Up spoke the mate of our gallant
ship,
And a fine old sailor was he.
"I have a wife in Yarmouth by the sea.
And tonight a widow she shall be."
Chorus
Up spoke the cabin boy of our
gallant ship,
And a fine young sailor was he.
"I have a sweetheart in Plymouth by the sea.
Tonight she'll be weeping for me."
Chorus
Up spoke the cook of our gallant
ship,
And a crafty old bastard was he.
"I care much more for me pots and me pans,
Than I do for the bottom of the sea."
Chorus
Three times around spun our
gallant ship,
Three times around spun she.
Yes, three times around spun our gallant ship,
As she sank to the bottom of the sea.
Chorus
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