The Mermaid - Fiddler's Green

It was Friday morn when we sat 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 waves do roll

And the stormy winds do blow

And we poor sailors are skipping at the top

While the land-lubbers lie down below, below, below

While the land-lubbers 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 cabin-boy of our gallant ship

And a brave young lad was he

Saying «I have a sweetheart in Brooklyn by the sea

And tonight she’ll be weeping for me»

Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship

And a fine spoken man was he

Saying «I have a wife in Salem by the sea

And tonight she’ll be weeping for me»

Three times round spun our gallant ship

And three times round spun she

Than Three times round spun our gallant ship

And she sank to the bottom of the sea