The Mermaid lyrics and chords

The chords to The Mermaid are presented in the key of Dm. The lyrics tell the story of a crew on a ship that is in the middle of stormy waters.

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G 
It was Friday morning when  
C 
we set  
G 
sail
 
And we  
C 
were not far  
D 
from the  
G 
land
 
When our captain he  
G7 
spied a  
C 
mermaid so  
G 
fair
 
With a  
C 
comb and a  
D 
glass in her  
G 
hand
 
And the ocean  
C 
waves 
 
 
D 
do 
 
 
G 
roll
 
And the stormy winds do  
D 
blow
 
And  
G 
we poor  
G7 
sailors are  
C 
skipping at the  
G 
top
 
While the  
C 
land lubbers  
D 
lie down be
G 
low, below, below
 
While the  
C 
land lubbers  
D 
lie down be
G 
low

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Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
A well-spoken man was he
“I have married a wife in Salem town
And tonight she a widow will be.”

Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a greasy old cook was he
“I care more for my kettles and pans
Than I do for the roaring sea.”

Then up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship
And a dirty little brat was he
“I have friends in Boston town
They don’t care a ha-penny for me.”

Then three times around went of our gallant ship
And three times around went she
And the third time that she went around
She sank to the bottom of the sea.

The Mermaid lyrics and chords print version

[G]It was Friday morning when [C]we set [G]sail
And we [C]were not far [D]from the [G]land
When our captain he [G7]spied a [C]mermaid so [G]fair
With a [C]comb and a [D]glass in her [G]hand
And the ocean [C]waves [D]do [G]roll

And the stormy winds do [D]blow
And [G]we poor [G7]sailors are [C]skipping at the [G]top
While the [C]land lubbers [D]lie down be[G]low, below, below
While the [C]land lubbers [D]lie down be[G]low

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
A well-spoken man was he
“I have married a wife in Salem town
And tonight she a widow will be.”

Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship
And a greasy old cook was he
“I care more for my kettles and pans
Than I do for the roaring sea.”

Then up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship
And a dirty little brat was he
“I have friends in Boston town
They don’t care a ha-penny for me.”

Then three times around went of our gallant ship
And three times around went she
And the third time that she went around
She sank to the bottom of the sea.

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