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THE MERMAID
One Friday morning we set sail
It was not far from land,
When I espied a fair mermaid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
It was not far from land,
When I espied a fair mermaid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
Chorus.
And the raging winds do blow, blow, blow,And the raging winds do blow;
And we poor sailors climbing up aloft,
And the land lubbers lying down below.
Then up spoke the boy of our gallant ship
And a well-spoken boy was he:
“I've a mother and father in London town,
And this night they will weep for me.”
And a well-spoken boy was he:
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And this night they will weep for me.”
Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
And a well-spoken man was he:
“I've a wife who is living in Liverpool town,
A wife whom I never shall see.”
And a well-spoken man was he:
“I've a wife who is living in Liverpool town,
A wife whom I never shall see.”
“My wife who is living in Liverpool town
This night will be looking for me;
She may look till the sun no more goes down,
She may look to the bottom of the sea.”
This night will be looking for me;
She may look till the sun no more goes down,
She may look to the bottom of the sea.”
Then three times around went our gallant ship,
And three times around went she;
And three times around was the end of her trip,
When she sank to the bottom of the sea.”
And three times around went she;
And three times around was the end of her trip,
When she sank to the bottom of the sea.”
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