It was Friday morn, when we set sail
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and we were not far from the land.
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When our Captain he spied, a mermaid so fair
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with a comb and glass in her hand.
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And the ocean waves do roll
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And the stormy winds do blow
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And we poor sailors, are skippin at the top
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While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
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While the landlubbers lie down below
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Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
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And a fine old man was he
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This fishy mermaid has warned my of our doom
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we shall sink to the bottom of the sea
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Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
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and a fine strappin lad was he
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He said I's a wife in Brooklyn by the sea
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And tonight she a widow will be
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And up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
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And a crazy old butcher was he
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He says I care much more for my pots and my pans
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Than I do for the bottom of the sea
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Then three times around spun our gallant ship
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And three times around spun she
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Three times around spun our gallant ship
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And she sank to the bottom of the sea
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The Mermaid
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The Town Pants |