Pierce Campbell: Music

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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 a glass in her hand


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And the ocean waves do roll, the stormy winds do blow
And we poor sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below below below
And 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 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 cook og 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


Then three times round spun our gallant ship
And three times round spun she
Then three times round spun our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea