Chorus: Oh the Ocean waves may roll And the stormy winds may blow, But we poor sailors Go skipping to the top. While the land-lubbers lie down Below, Below, BELOW. While the land-lubbers lie down below. Lyrics. 'Twas Friday morn when we set sail And out ship wasn't far from the land. When our Captain spied a fair mermaid, With a comb and a glass in her hand. Chorus Then up spoke the Captain of our gallant ship, And a well spoken man was he. "I've married me a wife in old Salem Town, And tonight a widdow she will be." Chorus Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship, And a red-hot cook was he. "I care much more for my pots and my pans, Than I do for the bottom of the sea." Chorus Then three times around went our gallant ship, And three times around went she. Then three times around went our gallant ship, And she sank to the bottom of the sea. Chorus.
Song ContributorPete Fagan
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