One Friday morning we set sail[[3]]
It was not far from land,
When I espied a fair mermaid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
Chorus. And the raging winds do blow, blow, blow,
And the raging winds do blow;
And we poor sailors climbing up aloft,
And the land lubbers lying down below.
Then up spoke the boy of our gallant ship
And a well-spoken boy was he: