‘Twas Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from land
When the captain spied a lovely mermaid
With a comb and a glass in her hand

Chorus:
Oh! The ocean waves may roll
And the stormy winds may blow
While we poor sailors go skipping to the top
And the land lubbers lie down
below, below, below
And the land lubbers lie down below

Then out spake the captain of our gallant ship
And a well spoken man was he
“I have married me a wife in Salem town
And tonight a widder will be.”

Chorus:
Oh! The ocean waves may roll
And the stormy winds may blow
While we poor sailors go skipping to the top
And the land lubbers lie down
below, below, below
And the land lubbers lie down below

Then out spake the cook of our gallant, gallant ship
And a red hot cook was he
“I care much more for my kettles and my pots
Than I do for the depths of the sea.”

Chorus:
Oh! The ocean waves may roll
And the stormy winds may blow
While we poor sailors go skipping to the top
And the land lubbers lie down
below, below, below
And the land lubbers lie down below

Then three times round went our gallant, gallant ship
And three times round went she
Then three times round went our gallant, gallant ship
And she sank in the depths of the sea

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