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 glass in her hand. 



And the ocean waves do roll 

And the stormy winds do blow 

And we poor sailors, are skippin 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 my of our doom 

we shall sink to the bottom of the sea 



Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship 

and a fine strappin lad was he 

He said I's a wife in Brooklyn by the sea 

And tonight she a widow will be 



And up spoke the cook of our gallant ship 

And a crazy old butcher was he 

He says I care much more for my pots and my pans 

Than I do for the bottom of the sea 



Then three times around spun our gallant ship 

And three times around spun she 

Three times around spun our gallant ship 

And she sank to the bottom of the sea