From the Official Troop 78 Song Book
'Twas Early morn when we set sail,
And we were not far from the land (from the land)
When the Captain spied a pretty mermaid,
With a comb and a glass in her hand (in her hand).
Chorus:
Oh, the ocean waves may roll (may roll)
And the stormy winds may blow (may blow)
While we poor sailors go skipping to the top,
And the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
And the landlubbers lie down below, below, below
Then up spoke the Captain of our gallant ship,
And a fine old Captain was he (was he):
"This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom;
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea (of the sea)."
Chorus
Then up spoke the first mate of our gallant ship,
And a well spoken man was he (was he):
"I have a wife in Salem town
And tonight a widow she will be (she will be)."
Chorus
Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship,
And a red hot cookie was he (was he):
"I care more for my pots and my pans
Than I do for the bottom of the sea (of the sea)."
Chorus
Then up spoke the cabin boy of our gallant ship,
And a dirty little rat was he (was he):
"There’s nary a soul in old Salem town
Who gives a darn about me ('bout me)."
Chorus
Then up spoke the figure head of our gallant ship,
And a well carved figure was she (was she):
"I’d rather be a figure on a ship
Than a log on the bottom of the sea (of the sea)."