The Weavers
Eddystone Light
Me father was the keeper of the Eddystone LightAnd corded a mermaid one fine nightFrom this union there came freeA porpoise and a porgy and the other was meYo ho ho, the wind blows freeOh, for the life on the rolling seaOne night, while I was trimming of the glimSinging a verse from the evening hymnA voice from the starboard shouted, "Ahoy"And there was me mother, a-sitting on the buoyDon't be ridiculous the buoy is a jubilant maleNo a buoy, it guides the ships to sailTell me what has become of my children of three ?My mother then she asked of meOne was exhibited as a talking fishAnd the other was served on a chafing dishYo ho ho, the wind blows freeOh, for the life on the rolling seaThen the phosphorous flashed in her seaweed hairI looked again me mother wasn't thereHer voice came echoing out of the night"Where the devil with the keeper of the Eddystone Light"Oh, yo ho ho, the wind blows freeOh, for the life on the rolling sea
From Letras Mania