'Twas Friday morn when we set sail,
And we had not got far from land,
When the Captain, he spied a lovely mermaid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
Chorus
Oh the ocean waves may roll,
And the stormy winds may blow,
While we poor sailors go skipping aloft
And the land lubbers lay down below, below, below
And the land lubbers lay down below.
Then up spoke the Captain of our gallant ship,
And a jolly old Captain was he;
"I have a wife in Salem town,
But tonight a widow she will be."
Chorus
Then up spoke the Cook of our gallant ship,
And a greasy old Cook was he;
"I care more for my kettles and my pots,
Than I do for the roaring of the sea."
Chorus
Then up spoke the Cabin-boy of our gallant ship,
And a dirty little brat was he;
"I have friends in Boston town
That don't care a ha' penny for me."
Chorus
Then three times 'round went our gallant ship,
And three times 'round went she,
And the third time that she went 'round
She sank to the bottom of the sea.
Chorus
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From guest Fawn (contact)
My grandfather taught me & my 5 sisters this song when we were children! Everytime he came to visit or vice versa, he would sing it to us! I can still hear him singing it! He must of only known the 1st Verse & Chorus, for that's all he ever sang & taught us! The ending is so sad, so I'm glad I never knew it as a child! I lost my grandfather "Ba Ba Lou" (as we called him...his name was Louis), on July 3rd, 1985! He was 92 years old! He had a long & wonderful life! I'll always remember this gallant & brilliant man & miss him always! Rest in peace, Ba Ba Lou! I love you! Fawn
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