Mermaid
The Mermaid
And a well-spoken man was he;
"I have married a wife in Salem town,
And tonight a widow she will be."
Then up spoke the Cook of our gallant ship,
And a greasy old Cook was he;
"I care more for my kettles and my pans,
Than I do for the roaring of the sea."
Then up spoke the Cabin-boy of our gallant ship,
And a dirty little brat was he;
"I have friends in Boston town
That don't care a ha' penny for me."
And 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 waves do roll,
And the stormy winds do blow,
And we poor sailor boys are skipping up aloft
And the land lubbers lying down below, below, below
And the land lubbers lying down below.
And three times around went she,
And the third time that she went around
She sank to the bottom of the sea.




