Last Friday morn,
when we set sail
and we were not far from land
Our captain is fine, a mermaid so fair,
with a comb and a glass in her hand
And the ocean waves to row
And the stormy winds to blow
And we jolly sailor lads
were strippin' up the low
And the landlubbers layin' down below,
below, below
And the landlubbers layin'
down below
Then up spoke the captain
of our gunner's ship
And the fine old man was he
Oh, this fishy mermaid
has warned us of our doom
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we jolly say the lads
were skipping up the loft
And the landlubbers ly ing down below,
below, below
And the landlubbers ly ing down below
Then up spoke the mate
of our gallant ship
And the fine -spoken man was he
Oh, I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea
And tonight a widow she will be
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we'd jolly say the lads
were skipping up a lot
And the landlubbers dying down below,
below, below
And the landlubbers dy
ing down below
Then up spoke the cook
of our gallant ship
And the crazy old butcher was he
Oh, I'd care much more for
me pots and me pans
Than I do for the bottom of the sea
And the ocean waves do roll
And the stormy winds do blow
And we jolly sailor lads
were skippin' a pull -up
And the landlubbers lying down below,
below, below
And the landlubbers ly ing down below
Then three times round
spun our gallant ship
Then three times round spun she
Yes, three times round
spun our gallant ship
Then she sank to the bottom of the sea
And the ocean waves to roll
And the stormy winds to blow
And we jolly sailor lads,
we're skipping up a lull
And the landlubbers lie down below,
below, below
And the landlubbers lie down below you