| It was Friday morn when we set 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’s waves do roll, 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 landlubbers lie down below (below, below)
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| While the landlubbers lie down below
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| Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
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| And a well-spoken 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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| And the ocean’s waves do roll, 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 landlubbers lie down below (below, below)
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| While the landlubbers lie down below
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| And up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship
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| And a brave young lad was he
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| «I have a sweetheart in Salem by the sea
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| And tonight she’ll be weeping over me»
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| And the ocean’s waves do roll, 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 landlubbers lie down below (below, below) |
| While the landlubbers lie down below
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| And up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
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| And a crazy old butcher was he
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| «I care much more for my pots and my pans
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| Than I do for the bottom of the sea»
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| And the ocean’s waves do roll, 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 landlubbers lie down below (below, below)
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| While the landlubbers lie down below
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| And three times around spun our gallant ship
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| And three times around spun she
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| And three times around spun our gallant ship
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| And she sank to the bottom of the sea |