Sun breaks over the spritsail yard.
Chip sheet's hauling to leeward hard.
Crosstree's humming a morning hymn.
I'm the cabin boy, call me Jim. (--His name's Jim--)
Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the furbelow of the wily whale.
Captain's stalking the quarterdeck.
Tells the tail of his first shipwreck.
Castaway with a case of rum.
Hoped that rescue would never come (--Never come--).
Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the furbelow of the wily whale.
To the furbelow of the wily, wily...
First mate Peter's a hardened man.
Says the captain's a charlatan.
Don't know tackle from futtock plates.
The sailor's sent to the pearly gates.
Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the furbelow of the wily whale.
I been sailing these seven seas
Since I's nigh high to a mermaid's knees.
Come next April I'm sixty-three.
I can't advance! (--I like short pants!--)
Save in the cabin on the open sea.
Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the furbelow of the wily whale.
(::miturria@cs.utk.edu::)
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