Burl Ives - The Eddystone light      My father was the keeper of the Eddystone Light    And he slept with a mermaid one fine night.    From this union there came three,    A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me.       Chorus: Yo, ho, ho, the wind blows free: oh, for a life on the rolling sea.       One night while I was a-trimmin’ of the glim    A-singin’ a verse from the evening hymn,    A voice from the starboard shouted, “Ahoy!”    And there was my mother a-sittin’ on a buoy.       “Oh, what has become of my children three?”    My mother then she asked of me    “One was exhibited as a talking fish    And the other was served in a chafing dish.”       Then the phosphorus flashed in her seaweed hair;    I looked again, and my mother wasn’t there.    A voice come a-echoing out through the night:    “To Hell with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!”