| My father was the keeper of the Eddystone Light
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| And he slept with a mermaid one fine night
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| From this union there came three
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| A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me
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| Yo, ho, ho, the wind blows free, oh, for a life on the rolling sea
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| One night while I was a-trimmin' of the glim
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| A-singin' a verse from the evening hymn
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| A voice from the starboard shouted, «Ahoy!»
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| And there was my mother a-sittin' on a buoy
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| Yo, ho, ho, the wind blows free, oh, for a life on the rolling sea
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| «Oh, what has become of my children three?»
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| My mother then she asked of me
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| «One was exhibited as a talking fish
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| And the other was served in a chafing dish»
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| Yo, ho, ho, the wind blows free, oh, for a life on the rolling sea
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| Then the phosphorus flashed in her seaweed hair
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| I looked again, and my mother wasn’t there
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| A voice come a-echoing out through the night:
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| «To Hell with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!»
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| Yo, ho, ho, the wind blows free, oh, for a life on the rolling sea |