The Mermaid (Paul Clayton) - Paul Clayton

It was Friday morn when we set sail

And we were not far from the land

When our captain, he spied a mermaid so fair

With a comb and a glass in her hand

And the ocean’s waves do roll, And the stormy winds do blow

And we poor sailors are skipping at the top

While the landlubbers lie down below (below, below)

While the landlubbers lie down below

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship

And a well-spoken man was he

«This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom

We shall sink to the bottom of the sea»

And the ocean’s waves do roll, And the stormy winds do blow

And we poor sailors are skipping at the top

While the landlubbers lie down below (below, below)

While the landlubbers lie down below

And up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship

And a brave young lad was he

«I have a sweetheart in Salem by the sea

And tonight she’ll be weeping over me»

And the ocean’s waves do roll, And the stormy winds do blow

And we poor sailors are skipping at the top

While the landlubbers lie down below (below, below)

While the landlubbers lie down below

And up spoke the cook of our gallant ship

And a crazy old butcher was he

«I care much more for my pots and my pans

Than I do for the bottom of the sea»

And the ocean’s waves do roll, And the stormy winds do blow

And we poor sailors are skipping at the top

While the landlubbers lie down below (below, below)

While the landlubbers lie down below

And three times around spun our gallant ship

And three times around spun she

And three times around spun our gallant ship

And she sank to the bottom of the sea