Fiddler's Green
The Mermaid
It was Friday morn when we sat sailAnd we were not far from the landWhen our captain he spied a mermaid so fairWith a comb and a glass in her handThen up spoke the captain of our gallant shipAnd a fine old man was he"This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doomWe shall sink to the bottom of the sea"Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant shipAnd a brave young lad was heSaying "I have a sweetheart in Brooklyn by the seaAnd tonight she'll be weeping for me"Then up spoke the mate of our gallant shipAnd a fine spoken man was heSaying "I have a wife in Salem by the seaAnd tonight she'll be weeping for me"Three times round spun our gallant shipAnd three times round spun sheThree times round spun our gallant shipAnd she sank to the bottom of the seaAnd the ocean waves do rollAnd the stormy winds do blowAnd we poor sailors are skipping at the topWhile the land-lubbers lie down below, below, belowWhile the land-lubbers lie down below
From Letras Mania