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No: 289; variant: 289C

  1. ONE Friday morn as we'd set sail, And our ship not far from land, We there did espy a fair mermaid, 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, And we jolly sailor-boys were up, up aloft, And the landsmen were lying down below, And the landlubbers all down below, below, below, And the landlubbers all down below.
  2. Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship, Who at once did our peril see; I have married a wife in fair London town, And tonight she a widow will be.'
  3. And then up spoke the litel cabin-boy, And a fair-haired boy was he; 'I've a father and mother in fair Portsmouth town, And this night she will weep for me.'
  4. Now three times round goes our gallant ship, And three times round went she; For the want of a life-boat they all were drownd, As she went to the bottom of the sea.