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The Merrimack Sung by: Almeda Riddle Recorded on 5/14/70 Click here to listen to the original recording Oh, a fine large vessel was she, When she set sail for New Orleans, And sank to the bottom of the sea. Chorus: Oh, the sea, how it rolls and roars! The noisy winds, hear ‘em blow, Tossing a sailor man to and fro; And the ladies have all gone below. Now the first that came up was the little cabin boy; Oh, a fine little fellow was he. Said, “I have a mother down in New Orleans, And tonight she’s a-looking for me. She may gaze and look with her beautiful eyes, Gaze to the bottom of the sea. She will look for me, but I never shall return, And tomorrow she’ll childless be.” (Chorus) And the next that came up was the captain bold; A fine young man was he, Saying, “I have a wife down in New Orleans, And tonight she’s a-looking for me. She may gaze, she may look, with her beautiful eyes, Gaze to the bottom of the sea. She may look for me, but I never will return, And tomorrow a widow she will be.” (Chorus) Then the next that came up was the old greasy cook-- Oh, a greasy old customer, he. Said, “I’m thinking more about my pot, kettle, and hooks Than I am about the roaring of the sea.” (Chorus) Then ‘round and around and three times ‘round, And she sank to the bottom of the sea. They will look for her, but she never will return, For tomorrow on the bottom she will be. (Chorus) |
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