The Mermaid Fisherman's Friends

It was a Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
When the captain he spied this little mermaid
With a comb and a glass in her hand

And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
We jolly sailor boys skippin' up aloft
And the land-lubbers lyin' down below, below, below
And the land-lubbers lyin' below

Then up spoke the captain of this gallant ship
And a fine old captain was he
'This little mermaid has told me of her due
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea!'

And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
We jolly sailor boys skippin' up aloft
And the land-lubbers lyin' down below, below, below
And the land-lubbers lyin' below

Then up spoke the first mate of this gallant ship
And a fine-spoken chap was he
'Well, I've got a wife in Port Isaac by the sea
And tonight a widow she will be!'