My father was the keeper of the Eddystone light And he slept with a mermaid one fine night And of that union there came three A porgy and a porpoise and the other was me Yo ho ho, the wind blows free Oh for a life on the rolling sea Late one night when I was a trimmin’ of the glim And singing a verse of the evening hymn A voice from the starboard shouted “Ahoy” And there was my mother, sitting on a buoy “Oh what has become of my children three?” My mother then she asked of me “Oh, one was exhibited as a talking fish The other was served on a chafing dish” The phosphorus flashed in her seaweed hair I looked again and my mother wasn’t there A voice came echoing out of the night “To hell with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!”