| When I was a lad in a fishing town, an old man said to me
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| You can spend your life, your jolly life just sailing on the sea
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| You can search the world for pretty girls till your eyes’re weak and dim
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| But don’t go swimming with a mermaid son, if you don’t know how to swim
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| 'Cause her hair is green as seaweed and her skin is blue and pale
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| And I tell you now before you start you can love that girl with all your heart
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| But you’re just gonna love the upper part you’re not gonna like the tail
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| So I signed onto a whaling ship and my very first day at sea
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| I seen a mermaid in the waves a reaching out to me
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| Come live with me in the sea said she and down on the ocean’s floor
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| I’ll show you a million wonderous things you never seen before
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| So over I jumped and she pulled me down, down to her seaweed bed
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| And the pillow made of tortoise shell she placed beneath my head
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| She fed me shrimps and caviar upon a silver dish
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| From her head to her waist she was just my taste but the rest of her was a fish
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| Her hair was green as seaweed and her skin was blue and pale
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| And her face it was a work of art and I loved that girl with all my heart
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| But I only loved the upper part I did not like the tail
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| Then one day she swam away and I sang to the clams and whales
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| I missed her fins and her seaweed hair and the silvery shine of her scales
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| Then her sister she swam by and set my heart awhirl
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| Cause her upper part was an ugly fish, but the bottom part was a girl
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| Yeah her toes are pink and rosy and her knees are smooth and pale
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| And her legs they are a work of art and I love that girl with all my heart
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| I don’t give a damn 'bout the upper part and that’s how I end my tale… |