| In Padstow Bay where the mermaids dwell
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| There’s a bar of sand we compare to hell
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| Toss you around an unforgiving swell
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| And it’ll drag you down below
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| It was put there by a mermaid fair
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| Who was killed as she sat in the morning air
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| All you sailors better be ware
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| Sitting in the Bay of 'Stow
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| And the doom bar rules the bay
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| She will take your breath away
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| Tides times are getting worse
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| We all fear the mermaid’s curse
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| Whilst hunting seals Tom Yeo did stray
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| To a merry-maid sat down by the bay
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| Beauty stole his breath away
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| And his heart was filled with love
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| But such a fool as him she would never wed
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| If he couldn’t have her living, then he’d see her dead
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| The gun barrel flashed and the sea ran red
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| And the storm could raged above
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| And the doom bar rules the bay
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| She will take your breath away
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| Tides times are getting worse
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| We all fear the mermaid’s curse
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| In the throws of death out of her hand
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| Flew raging gales and golden sand
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| Filled the bay from land to land
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| And the doom bar, she was born
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| Well Tom Yeo, for your vanity
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| I will curse this quiet strech of sea
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| The price you’ll pay for the life of me
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| Is a life of pain and scorn
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| And the doom bar rules the bay
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| She will take your breath away
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| Tides times are getting worse
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| We all fear the mermaid’s curse
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| The doom bar rules the bay
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| She will take your breath away
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| Tides times are getting worse
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| We all fear the mermaid’s curse
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| We all fear the mermaid’s curse
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| Tides times are getting worse |