In the south of England
there's a big pile of rubble
which once upon a time
was a world -famous
Eddystone lighthouse.
It was built way back in,
it was built and then this strong wind came out
and they rebuilt it
and then this fell a lint on it.
Anyway, there's a,
there's a song about this,
it's a very exciting song,
it starts off with this rather quaint
and curious introduction.
My father was the keeper
of the eddy stone light
And he slept with the mermaid
one fine night
From this union there sprang three
A porpoise and a kipper
and the other was me
The wind blows free
Oh for a life on the rolling sea
Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop,
boop, boop, boop.
Boop.
One night, as I was a trimming of the glim,
a singing of the verse
of the evening hymn, Tyffiliwk.
I hear as on the starboard a shout,
ahoy.
And there is me mother
sitting on the buoy.
The wind blows free.
Hope for a life on the rolling sea.
Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop.
Boop.
Now, what has become
of my children three?
My mother then ups and asks of me.
Well, let me see now.
Well, the first was exhibited
as a talking freak,
and the other one I ate for
lunch last week.
The wind blows free,
hope for a life on the rolling sea.
Now tell me, mother,
before you're gone,
where did we children three come from?
Well, I've looked at a mermaid
and as far as I can see,
well, we must have been born
on a gooseberry tree.
Ah, ha, ha, the wind blows free,
over a life on the rolling sea.
Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop,
boop, boop, boop, boop.
Now the phosphorus gleamed
in her seaweed hair,
and I looked again, and me mother wasn't there,
but her voice echoed delicately through the night.
You can go and ask the keeper
of the Yeti stone light.
Ha, ha, ha, the wind blows free.
Hope for a life on the
rolling sea.