On my mother’s knee

During the course of the Mother’s Day sermon on Sunday, the pastor said something along the lines of “do you remember sitting on your mother’s knee while she sang those great old songs of the church, like Jesus Loves Me, This I Know...?” Well no, not exactly, although I imagine Mom probably did sing those songs to me. Actually, my mom wasn’t the singer, it was my dad. And the songs I most remember from when I was a little kid are
Who's that knocking at my door
Who's that knocking at my door
Who's that knocking at my door
Cried the fair young maiden
It’s only me from over the sea,
I’m Barnacle Bill the Sailor.
I’m all lit up like a Christmas tree,
I’m Barnacle Bill the Sailor

Fortunately, that’s about all of the song he ever sang, and for good reason.

And the other one:
It was Friday morning, when we set sail,
We were not far from the land,
When our captain, he spied a mermaid so fair,
With a comb and a glass in her hand.

And the ocean waves do roll, and the stormy winds may blow,
We poor sailors, are skipping at the top,
While the landlubbers lie down below, below, below,
While the landlubbers lie down below.

Then up spoke the captain of our gallant ship,
And a fine old man was he,
He said, "This fishy mermaid has warned me of our doom:
We shall sink to the bottom of the sea!"

Then up spoke the cook of our gallant ship,
And a crazy old butcher was he,
He said, "I care much more for me pots and me pans,
Than I do for the bottom of the sea!"

Then up spoke the parrot of our gallant ship,
And a fine spoken bird was he,
He said, "I'd much rather be flyin' across the sea,
But tonight, shark-bait I will be!"."

Then three times 'round, spun our gallant ship;
And three times 'round spun she,
Three times 'round, spun our gallant ship;
And she sailed to the bottom of the sea.