The Mermaid
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 a glass in her hand
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are 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 fine old man was he
"This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea"
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down
Below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down, below
Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
And a fine spoken man was he
Sayin', "I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea
And tonight a widow she will be"
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down
Below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down, below
Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship
And a brave young lad was he
"Oh, I have a sweetheart in Salem by the sea
And tonight she'll be weeping over me"
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down
Below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down, below
Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a crazy old butcher was he
"I care much more for my pots and pans
Than I do for the bottom of the sea"
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down
Below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down, below
Then three times 'round spun our gallant ship
And three times 'round spun she
Three times 'round spun our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down
Below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down, below
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 a glass in her hand
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are 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 fine old man was he
"This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea"
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down
Below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down, below
Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
And a fine spoken man was he
Sayin', "I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea
And tonight a widow she will be"
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down
Below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down, below
Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship
And a brave young lad was he
"Oh, I have a sweetheart in Salem by the sea
And tonight she'll be weeping over me"
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down
Below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down, below
Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a crazy old butcher was he
"I care much more for my pots and pans
Than I do for the bottom of the sea"
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down
Below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down, below
Then three times 'round spun our gallant ship
And three times 'round spun she
Three times 'round spun our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down
Below, below, below
While the landlubbers lie down, below
Credits
Writer(s): Pat Clancy, Liam Clancy, Tom Clancy, Tommy Makem
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