Me father was the keeper of the Eddystone Light
And he slept with a mermaid one fine night
From this union there came three;
A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me!
Yo ho ho, the wind blows free,
Oh for the life on the rolling sea!
One night, as I was a-trimming of the glim
Singing a verse of the evening hymn
A voice on the starboard shouted "Ahoy!"
And there was my mother, a-sitting on a buoy.
Yo ho ho . . . .
"Oh what has become of my children three ?"
My mother then she asked of me.
"One was exhibited as a talking fish
The other was served from a chafing dish."
Yo ho ho . . . .
Then the phosphorous flashed in her seaweed hair.
I looked again, and my mother wasn't there
But her voice came echoing back from the night
"To Hell with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!"
Yo ho ho . . . .