It was Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
Our Captain he spied a mermaid so fair
With a comb and a glass in her hand 
Ch:
And the ocean waves did roll
And the stormy winds did blow
And we poor sailor boys were sitting up a-loft
While the land lubbers lay down below 
Then up spoke the Captain of our gallant ship
And a fine spoken man was he
This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea 
Ch 
Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
And a grand old fellow was he
Saying I have a wife in Salem by the Sea
And tonight a widow she will be 
Ch 
Then up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship
And a cheeky young laddy was he
Saying I have a girlfriend in Brooklyn by the Sea
And tonight she'll be weeping for me 
Ch 
Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a bloody old butcher was he
Saying I care no more for my pots and my pans
They shall sink to the bottom of the sea 
Ch 
And 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