1 Up and spoke the bonny mermaid, Wi the comb and the glass in her hand; Says, Cheer up your hearts, my mariners all, You are not very far from the land. And the raging seas do foam, foam, And the stormy winds do blow, While we poor sailors must mount to the top, When the landsmen they lye low. 2 Out and spoke the captain of our ship, And a fine little man was he; ‘O I’ve a wife in fair London town, And a widow this night she shall be.’ 3 Out and spoke the mate of our ship, And a tight little man was he; ‘O I’ve a wife in Dublin city, And a widow this night she shall be.’ 4 Out and spoke our second mate, And a clever little man was he; ‘Oh I have a wife in Greenock town, And a widow this night she shall be.’ 5 Out and spoke our little prentice boy, And a fine little boy was he; ‘Oh I am sorry for my mother,’ he said, ‘As you are for your wives all three.’ 6 Out and spoke the cook of our ship, And a rusty old dog was he; Says, I am as sorry for my pats and my pans As you are for your wives all three. F Kinloch MSS, VII, 245. From the recitation of a little boy from Glasgow, who sang it in Grove St., Edinburgh, July, 1826. 1 Greenland, Greenland, is a bonny, bonny place, Whare there’s neither grief nor flowr, Whare there’s neither grief nor tier to be seen, But hills and frost and snow. 2 Up starts the kemp o the ship, Wi a psalm-book in his hand: ‘Swoom away, swoom away, my merry old boys, For you’ll never see dry land.’ 3 Up starts the gaucy cook, And a weil gaucy cook was he; ‘I wad na gie aw my pans and my kettles For aw the lords in the sea.’ 4 Up starts the kemp o the ship, Wi a bottle and a glass intil his hand; ‘Swoom away, swoom away, my merry old sailors, For you’ll never see dry land.’ 5 O the raging seas they row, row, row, The stormy winds do blow, As sune as he had gane up to the tap, As. .. .. low. * * * * * =A.= 6^2. _Qy_, that ever we did have? 7^{3,4}. _Qy_, And in all, there was but poor ninety-five That ever came alive on shore.? 14^1. Whilst we in the raging seas do blow. 14^2. And there lofty minds. =B. b.= 2^1. Then up spoke. 2^{3,4}. I have sixty gallant seamen aboard of my ship, But none half so gallant as he, as he, as he, But there’s none half so gallant as he. _Burden_: While the vivid lightnings flash, And the stormy winds do blow, While we poor seamen are up, up aloft, And the landsmen are all down below, below, below, And the landsmen are all down below. =c.= 1^2. And our ship not far. 6^3. we all. 6^4. And sank. =C.= 1^3. _Var._, a fair pretty maid.