It was Friday morn when we sat sail  And we were not far from the land  When our captain he spied a mermaid so fair  With a comb and a glass in her hand  Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship  And a fine old man was he  "This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom  We shall sink to the bottom of the sea"  Then up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship  And a brave young lad was he  Saying "I have a sweetheart in Brooklyn by the sea  And tonight she'll be weeping for me"  Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship  And a fine spoken man was he  Saying "I have a wife in Salem by the sea  And tonight she'll be weeping for me"  Three times round spun our gallant ship  And three times round spun she  Three times round spun our gallant ship  And she sank to the bottom of the sea  And the ocean waves do roll  And the stormy winds do blow  And we poor sailors are skipping at the top  While the land-lubbers lie down below, below, below  While the land-lubbers lie down below