Come all you young sailor men who rounded Cape Horn,
Come all you bold whalers who follow the sperm,
Our captain has told us and we hope he says true,
There's plenty of sperm whales on the coast of Peru.

It was early one morning just as the sun rose,
When a man from the fort mast sung out thar she blows!
Where away? says our captain, and where does she lay
Three points to our east sir, not three miles away

Then it's lower your boats me boys, and after him travel
steer clear of the flukes or he'll flip you to the devil
and lay on them oars, boys, and let your boats fly
but one thing we dread of-- keep clear of his eye

Well, the waist-boat run down, and we made a start.
“Lay on,” says the harpooneer, ”for I'm hell for the long dart."
And the next harpoon struck, and the whale sped away,
But whatever he done me boys, he gave us fair play

Now we got him turned over, and lay alongside
And o'er with our blubber hooks, we'll rob him of his hide
We commenced thrusting in lads, and then trying out
and the mate in the main chains how loud did he shout

Now we're bound for cape horn me boys in our manly power
where a man buys a pleasure house for a barrel of flower
we'll spend all our money on the pretty girls ashore
and when it's all gone me boys go whaling for more

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