The Town Pants - The Mermaid lyrics

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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 glass in her hand.

And the ocean waves do roll

And the stormy winds do blow

And we poor sailors, are skippin 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 fine old man was he

This fishy mermaid has warned my of our doom

we shall sink to the bottom of the sea

Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship

and a fine strappin lad was he

He said I's a wife in Brooklyn by the sea

And tonight she a widow will be

And up spoke the cook of our gallant ship

And a crazy 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

Then three times around spun our gallant ship

And three times around spun she

Three times around spun our gallant ship

And she sank to the bottom of the sea