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On Friday morning as we set sail,

It was not far from land,

O there I espied a fair pretty maid,

With a comb and a glass in her hand.

O the raging seas did roar,

And the stormy winds did blow,

While we poor sailors were up into the top,

And the land lubbers laid below.

Then up spoke a boy of our gallant ship,

And a well speaking boy was he,

"I've a father and mother in fair Portsmouth town,

And this night they will weep for me."

Then up spoke a man of our gallant ship,

And a well spoken man was he,

"I have married a wife in fair London town,

And this night a widow she shall be."

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,

And a valiant man was he,

"For want of a boat we shall be drowned,"

For she sunk to the bottom of the sea.

The moon shone bright, and the stars gave light,

And my mother was looking for me,

She might look, and weep, with watery eyes,

She might look to the bottom of the sea.

Three times round went our gallant ship,

And three times round went she,

Three times round went our gallant ship,

Then she sunk to the bottom of the sea.

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