| lyric | 'Twas on a Friday that we set sail,
and we were not far from the land.
WHen our captain he spied a merrymaid
so fair with a glass and comb in her hand.
Chorus:
And the ocean waves did roll,
and the stormy winds did blow,
and we poor sailors were skipping at the top,
and the landlubbers lying down below.
Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
And a fine old man was he,
""This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom,
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea.""
Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
And a fine spoken man was he,
Sayin, ""I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea
And tonight a widow she will be.""
Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship
And a brave young lad was he,
""Oh I have a sweetheart in Salem by the sea
And tonight she'll be weeping for me.""
Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a crazy old butcher was he,
""I care much more for my pots my pans
Than I do for the bottom of the sea.""
Then three times 'round spun our gallant ship
And three times 'round spun she,
Three times 'round spun our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea. |