On Friday morn when we set
sail
And our ship not far from the
land
We there did espy a fair, pretty
maid
With a comb and a glass in her
hand,her
hand, her
hand.
With a comb and a glass in her
hand.
Chorus:
For the raging seas did roar
And the stormy winds did blow
While we jolly sailor boys were up, up aloft
And the land lubbers lying down below, below, below
And the landsmen lying down below.
Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship
And a brave young man was he
"I've a wife and a child in fair Bristol Town,
But a widow I fear she will be, will be, will be
But a widow I fear she will be"
Chorus
The up spake the little cabin boy
And a pretty little boy was he
"Oh, I'm more grieved for my daddy and my mam
Than you for your wife may be, may be, may be
Than you for your wife may be"
Chorus
Then three times round went our gallant ship
And three times round went she
For the want of a lifeboat, all went down
And she sank to the bottom of the sea, the sea, the sea
And she sank to the bottom of the sea.
Chorus
(English sea shanty, original authorship unknown)