X: 2
T: The Mermaid
O: Trad Newfoundland
S: FF Version
M: 2/4
S: original source: DT (sniff.numachi.com/~rickheit/dtrad/lookup.cgi?ti=MERMDFRI&tt=MERMDFRI)
R: Sea Shanty
L:1/8
K:D
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w:It was Fri-day_ morn when we_ set_ sail, And we were not far_ from the land, *
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w: * When the cap-tain he spied a mer-_maid so fair, With~a comb_ and~a glass_ in her hand. *
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w: * And the o-cean waves do roll,_ And the stor-my winds_ do_ 
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w:blow__ And_ we poor_ tars go skip-ping through the tops, While~the land_ lubbers lie_ down be-
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w:low, be-low, be-low. While~the land_ lubbers lie_ down be-low.
W:
W:The Mermaid Song
W:
W:It was Friday morn when we set sail,
W:And we were not so far from the land,
W:When the captain he spied a mermaid so fair,
W:With a comb and a glass in her hand.
W:
W:And the ocean waves do roll,
W:And the stormy winds do blow,
W:And we poor tars go skipping through the tops,
W:While the landlubbers lie down
W:Below, below, below.
W:While the landlubbers lie down.
W:
W:Up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
W:And a fine spoken sailor was he.
W:"This fishy mermaid has warned us of our doom.
W:We shall sink to the bottom of the sea."
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Up spoke the mate of our gallant ship,
W:And a fine old sailor was he.
W:"I have a wife in Yarmouth by the sea.
W:And tonight a widow she shall be."
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship,
W:And a fine young sailor was he.
W:"I have a sweetheart in Plymouth by the sea.
W:Tonight she'll be weeping for me."
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Up spoke the cook of our gallant ship,
W:And a crafty old bastard was he.
W:"I care much more for me pots and me pans,
W:Than I do for the bottom of the sea."
W:
W:Chorus
W:
W:Three times around spun our gallant ship,
W:Three times around spun she.
W:Yes, three times around spun our gallant ship,
W:As she sank to the bottom of the sea.
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