It was Friday morn when we set sail
And we were not far from the land
When our captain, a mermaid he spied
with a comb and a glass in her hand

And the Ocean Waves do roll
And the stormy winds they blow
And we poor sailors, we're skipping at the top
With the land lubbers lying down below below below
With the land lubbers lying down below

The first man to speak was the captain of the ship
And a salty old dog was he
Said "The sight of the mermaid has warned me of our doom
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea"
(Oh lord)
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea

And the ocean waves let them roll, (let them roll)
The stormy winds let them blow (let them blow)
And we poor sailors, we're skipping at the top
With the land lubbers lying down below below below
With the land lubbers lying down below

Then up spoke the first mat of our gallant ship
A fine spoken man was he
Said "I have a wife in Brooklyn by the sea,
And tonight a window she will be"
(oh lord)
tonight a window she will be

And the ocean waves let them roll, (let them roll)
The stormy winds let them blow (let them blow)
And we poor sailors, we're skipping at the top
With the land lubbers lying down below below below
With the land lubbers lying down below

Then there came a cry from the young cabin boy
Though a brave young lad was he
"I have me not a wife, but sweethearts I have three
and tonight they'll be weeping for me"
(oh lord)
Tonight they'll be weeping for me

And the ocean waves let them roll, (let them roll)
The stormy winds let them blow (let them blow)
And we poor sailors, we're skipping at the top
With the land lubbers lying down below below below
With the land lubbers lying down below

Then there came a groan of the ship
A mean old drunk was he
He said "I don't give a damn if we never see the land
Let us sink to the bottom of the sea"
(Oh lord)
Let us sink to the bottom of the sea

And the ocean waves let them roll, (let them roll)
The stormy winds let them blow (let them blow)
And we poor sailors, we're skipping at the top
With the land lubbers lying down below below below
With the land lubbers lying down below

Then three times around spun our gallant ship
Three times around spun she
Three times around spun our gallant ship
And we sank to the bottom of the sea
(oh lord)
We sank to the bottom of the sea

And the ocean waves let them roll, (let them roll)
The stormy winds let them blow (let them blow)
And we poor sailors, we're skipping at the top
With the land lubbers lying down below below below
With the land lubbers lying down below