Mermaid 4/4

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It was Fri-day morn when w-e se-t sail and

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we were not far from the land__    when our

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cap-tain he spied a mer-maid so fair with a

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comb and a glass in her hand.___

 

Chorus:

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And the o-cean waves do roll___   and the

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storm-y winds do blow__    And 

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we poor sail-ors are skip-ing at the top, with the

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land-lubbers lying down be-low, be-low, be-low, with the

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land-lubbers lyin' down be-low.

 

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Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship and a

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fine old man was he,        “This  

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fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom. We will

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sink to the bottom of the sea”.

 

 


 

 

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Then up spoke the mate           of our gallant ship and a

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fine spoken man was he, Saying      “I

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have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea and to-

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night a widow she will be”.

 

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Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship and a

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brave young, lad was he         “I

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have a sweetheart in Salem by the sea and to-

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night she’ll be weeping, for me”.

 

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Then up spoke the cook            of our gallant ship and a

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crazy old butcher was he           “I   

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care far more for my skillets and my pans than I

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do for the bottom of the sea”.

 

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Then three times around    spun our gallant ship and

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three times around spun she

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Three times around spun our gallant ship and she

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sank to the bottom of the sea.