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AmWe are two mariners
AmOur ship's sole survivors
AmIn this belly of a whaleE
AmIt's ribs are ceiling beams
AmIt's guts are carpeting
AmI guess we have some time to kill
AmYou may not remember me
AmI was a child of three
AmAnd you, a lad of eighteenE
AmBut, I remember you
AmAnd I will relate to you
AmHow our histories interweavEe
FAt the time you were
A rake and a roustabouAmt
FSpending all your money
On the whores and hounEds
(oh, oh)
AmYou had a charming air
AmAll cheap and debonair
AmMy widowed mother found so sweEet
AmAnd so she took you in
AmHer sheets still warm with him
AmNow filled with filth and foul diseaEse
FAs time wore on you proved
A debt-ridden drunken meAmss
FLeaving my mother
A poor consumptive wretcEh
(oh, oh)
AmAnd then you disappeared
AmYour gambling arrears
AmThe only thing you left behinEd
AmAnd then the magistrate
AmReclaimed our small estate
AmAnd my poor mother lost her miEnd
FThen, one day in spring
My dear sweet mother diAmed
FBut, before she did
I took her hand as she, dying, crieEd:
(oh, oh)
"AmFind him, find him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave"
AmIt took me fifteen years
AmTo swallow all my tears
AmAmong the urchins in the streEet
AmUntil a priory
AmTook pity and hired me
AmTo keep their vestry nice andE neat
FBut, never once in the employ
these holy menAm
FDid I ever, once turn my mind
From the thought of revengEe
(oh, oh)
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One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day
I shipped to sea
With a privateer
And in the whistle
Of the wind
I could almost hear
(oh, oh)
"Find him, find him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave
There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"
And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months, it seemed
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us grew
The angry jaws
Of a giant whale
(oh..)
Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive
As well as me
It gives my eye great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear
To lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear
(oh, oh)
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