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Twas Friday morn when we set sail
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And we were not far from the land
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When the captain spied a pretty mermaid
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With a comb and glass in her hand
CHORUS
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Oh the ocean waves may roll let them roll
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And the stormy wind may blow
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But we poor sailors go skipping to the top
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And the land lubbers lie down below below below
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And the land lubbers lie down below
OTHER VERSES
Then up spoke the captain
Then up spoke the cook
Then up spoke the cabin-boy
Then three times around