Mermaid

No: 289; variant: 289B

  1. ONE Friday morn when we set sail, Not very far from land, We there did espy a fair pretty maid With a comb and a glass in her hand, her hand, her hand, With a comb and a glass in her hand. While the raging seas did roar, And the stormy winds did blow, While we jolly sailor-boys were up into the top, And the land-lubbers lying down below, below, below, And the land-lubbers lying down below.
  2. Then up starts the captain of our gallant ship, And a brave young man was he: ‘I’ve a wife and a child in fair Bristol town, But a widow I fear she will be.’ For the raging seas, etc.
  3. Then up starts the mate of our gallant ship, And a bold young man was he: ‘Oh! I have a wife in fair Portsmouth town, But a widow I fear she will be.’ For the raging seas, etc.
  4. Then up starts the cook of our gallant ship, And a gruff old soul was he: ‘Oh! I have a wife in fair Plymouth town, But a widow I fear she will be.’
  5. And then up spoke the little cabin-boy, And a pretty little boy was he; ‘Oh! I am more grievd for my daddy and my mammy Than you for your wives all three.’
  6. Then three times round went our gallant ship, And three times round went she; For the want of a life-boat they all went down, And she sank to the bottom of the sea.