| It was Friday morn when we sat sail
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| And we were not far from the land
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| When our captain he spied a mermaid so fair
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| With a comb and a glass in her hand
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| And the ocean waves do roll
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| And the stormy winds do blow
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| And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
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| While the land-lubbers lie down below, below, below
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| While the land-lubbers lie down below
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| Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
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| And a fine old man was he
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| «This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom
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| We shall sink to the bottom of the sea»
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| Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship
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| And a brave young lad was he
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| Saying «I have a sweetheart in Brooklyn by the sea
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| And tonight she’ll be weeping for me»
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| Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
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| And a fine spoken man was he
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| Saying «I have a wife in Salem by the sea
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| And tonight she’ll be weeping for me»
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| Three times round spun our gallant ship
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| And three times round spun she
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| Than Three times round spun our gallant ship
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| And she sank to the bottom of the sea |