The Mermaid from Bardensuppe by Heiter bis Folkig

Well, it was Friday morning when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
The captain, he spied a mermaid so fair
With a comb and a glass in her hand.

And 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

And up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
And a fine old man was he.
Well, this fishy mermaid has warned us of our doom
We will sink to the bottom of the sea

And up spoke the mate of our gallant ship
And a well-spoken man was he
Well, I have a wife in Plymouth by the sea
And tonight a widow she will be

And up spoke the cabin-boy of our gallant ship
And a brave young lad was he
Well I have a thweetheart in Thalem by the thea
And tonight the'll be weeping for me

And up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a crazy old butcher was he
Well I care much more for me pots and me pans,
Than I do for the bottom of the sea

Then three times around spun our gallant ship
And three times around spun she
And three times around spun our gallant ship
And she sank to the bottom of the sea

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