Friday morn when we set sail,
And our ship not far from land,
We there did aspire a fair pretty maid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.
While the raging sea did roar,
And the stormy wind did blow,
While we jolly sailor boys
Landlubbers lying down below,
Landlubbers ly ing down below.
Then up starts the captain
And the brave young man was he.
I've a wife and a child in fair
But a widow I fear she will be,
But a widow I fear she will be.
While the raging seas did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow.
And the landlub was lying down below,
Then out starts the mate of a gallant ship,
And a bold young man was he.
Oh, I have a wife in fair
But a widow I fear she will be,
But a widow I fear she will be.
While the raging sea came o 'er,
And the stormy winds did blow,
Why we jolly say the boys
And the man up was lying down below,
And the gruff old soul was he.
But a widow I fear she will be,
But a widow I fear she will be.
While the raging sea came o 'er,
And the stormy winds did blow,
While we jolly sailor boys
And the rattle -nop was lying down below,
And in out spoke the little cabin boy,
And the pretty little boy was he,
all three, all three, all three,
And you for your wives all three
While the raging seas did roar
And the stormy winds did blow
While we jolly sailor boys
And the landlub was lying down below,
And three times round went she
And she sank to the bottom of the sea,
And she sank to the bottom of the sea,
While the raging seas did roar,
And the stormy winds did blow,
While three jolly sailor boys
And the landlub was lying down below,
And the land of the flying down below.