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Mermaid

No: 289; variant: 289F

  1. GREENLAND, Greenland, is a bonny, bonny place, Whare there’s neither grief nor flowr, Whare there’s neither grief nor tier to be seen, But hills and frost and snow.
  2. Up starts the kemp o the ship, Wi a psalm-book in his hand: ‘Swoom away, swoom away, my merry old boys, For you’ll never see dry land.’
  3. Up starts the gaucy cook, And a weil gaucy cook was he; ‘I wad na gie aw my pans and my kettles For aw the lords in the sea.’
  4. Up starts the kemp o the ship, Wi a bottle and a glass intil his hand; ‘Swoom away, swoom away, my merry old sailors, For you’ll never see dry land.’
  5. O the raging seas they row, row, row, The stormy winds do blow, As sune as he had gane up to the tap, As . . . low.