A traditional ballad that illustrates the deeply superstitious nature of sailors. In the old days, the sighting of a mermaid could foretell certain doom for the ship. youtu.be/a5g61BYew0U The Mermaid - Andrew Draskoys version It was a Friday morn when we set sail And we were not far from the land When our captain, he spied a fishy mermaid With a comb and a glass in her hand Oh the ocean waves do roll And the stormy winds do blow And we poor sailors are skipping at the top While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below While the landlubbers lie down below Up spoke the captain of our gallant ship And a brave old skipper was he This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom We shall sink to the bottom of the sea Up spoke the first mate of our gallant ship And a well-spoken man was he I have me a wife in Salem by the sea And tonight she a widow will be Up spoke the bosun of our gallant ship And a brave young man was he Well Ive got a sweetheart at St. Johns by the sea And tonight she be weepin for me Up spoke the cook of our gallant ship And a greasy old butcher was he I care much more for my pots and my pans Than I do for the bottom of the sea Then up spoke the cabinboy, of our gallant ship And a nasty little lad was he Im not quite sure I can spell mermaid But Im going to the bottom of the sea Then three times around spun our gallant ship And three times around spun she Three times around spun our gallant ship And she sank to the bottom of the sea
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 01:04:41 +0000
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