’Twas a Friday morn when we set sail and we were not far from land
Our captain, he spied a mer-i-maid so fair with a comb and a spyglass in her hand
Oh the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
Aye, and we poor sailors are skipping at the top
And the landlubbers lie down below below below
And the landlubbers lie down below
Well up spoke the captain of our gallant ship, and a fine spoken man was he
“This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom. We shall sink to the bottom of the sea”
Well up spoke the mate of our gallant ship, and a dashing young man was he
He says “I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea and tonight a widow she will be”
Well up spoke the boatswain of our gallant ship and the spawn of the devil was he
He says “Man the capstan round, boys, haul on the lines. You’ll work right to the bottom of the sea”
Well up spoke the cook of our gallant ship, and a greasy old butcher was he
He says “I care much more for my pots and my pans than I do for the bottom of the sea”
Well up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship, and a wretched liddle cabin boy was he
He says “I left my family when I ran away to sea and tonight they all will grieve for me”
Well up spoke the grogmaster of our gallant ship, and an old dirty boozer was he
He says “Seal me in a cask for I’d much rather drown in me rum than in the sober salt sea”
Well up spoke the chaplain of our gallant ship, and a pale wizened codger was he
He says “You’ve had your chance, now it’s too late to repent. Laughing at you all from Heaven I will be”
Well up spoke the bootymaster of our gallant ship, and a damn sly capitalist was he
He says “Your deaths shall not settle my books. In the next life you’re still in debt to me”
Well up spoke a sailor of our gallant ship, and secretly a maiden was she
She says “I never had the chance to lay a sailor man, so I shall die with my virginity”
Well one time ’round spun our gallant ship, and two times ’round went she
Then three times ’round spun our gallant ship and she sank to the bottom of the sea