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It was Friday morn when we sat 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 waves do roll |
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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 land-lubbers lie down below, below, below |
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While the land-lubbers lie down below |
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Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship |
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And a fine old 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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Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship |
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And a brave young lad was he |
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Saying "I have a sweetheart in Brooklyn by the sea |
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And tonight she'll be weeping for me" |
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Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship |
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And a fine spoken man was he |
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Saying "I have a wife in Salem by the sea |
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And tonight she'll be weeping for me" |
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Three times round spun our gallant ship |
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And three times round spun she |
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Than Three times round spun our gallant ship |
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And she sank to the bottom of the sea |
