On Friday morning when we set sail
The ship not far from the land
There we did spy a fair pretty maid
A comb and a glass in her hand,
A comb and a glass in her hand
And the raging seas did roar
And the stormy winds did blow
While we jolly sailor boys were up,
The landlubbers lying down below,
The landlubbers lying down below
Then up stepped the captain
A fine looking man was he
I've a wife tonight in fair Bristol town
Tomorrow a widder she will be,
Tomorrow a widder she will be
And the raging seas didn't roar
And the stormy winds didn't blow
While we jolly sang the boys were up,
The landlubber's lying down below,
The landlubber's lying down below
Then up and stabbed the little cabin boy
A pretty little boy was he
I'm far more aggrieved for
The new fire widders could be,
The new foyer weathers could be
And the raging seas could cry
And the stormy winds did blow
While we jolly sailor boys were up,
The landlubbers lying down below,
The landlubbers lying down below
And three times around went she
For the want of a lifeboat we all went down
We sank to the bottom of the sea,
we sank to the bottom of the sea,
and the raging seas did roar,
and the stormy winds did blow,
while we jolly sailor boys were up,
the landlubbers lying down below,
The landlubbers lying down below.
