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

Oh the ocean waves do roar and the stormy winds do blow
And we brave sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below below below
The landlubbers lie down below

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’

Oh the ocean waves do roar and the stormy winds do blow
And we brave sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below below below
The landlubbers lie down below

Then up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
And a well-spoken man was he
‘Oh I have a wife in Ilson by the sea
And tonight a widow she will be’

Oh the ocean waves do roar and the stormy winds do blow
And we brave sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below below below
The landlubbers lie down below

Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a crazy old butcher was he
‘Well I cares much more for me kettles and me pots
Than I does for the bottom of the sea’

Oh the ocean waves do roar and the stormy winds do blow
And we brave sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below below below
The landlubbers lie down below

Now three times around spun our gallant ship
And three time around spun she
Oh three times around spun our gallant ship
Then she sunk to the bottom of the sea

Oh the ocean waves do roar and the stormy winds do blow
And we brave sailors are skipping at the top
While the landlubbers lie down below below below
The landlubbers lie down below

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from A Life Spent Staring At Chairs, released April 9, 2018
Traditional song, arranged by Paul Carbuncle.

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