'Twas on the briny ocean on a whale ship I did go
I often thought of distand friends, I often thought of home
Through dreary storms and tempests and through some heavy gales
Around Cape Horn we sped our way, to look out for sperm whales
They'll rob you and they'll use you; its worse than any slaves
Before you go a-whaling, boys, you'd best be in your graves
It's: “Do it now or, damn your eyes, I'll flog you till you're blue.”
Oh boys, I couldn't tell it all, but every word is true
The wind do blow and the great seas grow and we strain upon the oars
And your heart would bleed at the sperm whale's speed and it's: “Pull, you sons of whores!”
The weary chase is over and the stars begin to glow
And it's: “Light the flares, you lubberly lot, there's tryin' out to do!”
I swore I'd not go back again once we was homeward bound
For the pleasures are but few, my boys, on them bitter whaling grounds