Lo, as the sun from her ocean bed was rising Broad on the water her glittering light throws Hark, from the masthead our lookouts are crying: “'Tis hard on your lee beam, a whale, there she blows!”
Call up your sleepers, your larboard and your starboardmen Main yard aback and your boats clear away For hard on our lee beam see the white water gleam Glittering and foaming in glorious array.
See the Leviathan in vastness is lying Making the ocean her sumptuous bed While high overhead the sea birds are flying Combing the billows that break o'er her head.
High, wide and swimming, her dark flukes are flying Stately, but slowly, she sinks in the main Peak all your oars awhile, rest from your weary toil Watching and waiting her rising again.
Row, hearties, row for the pride of your nation, Spring to your oars, let the reeking sweat flow Now for the blood, let it have circulation Forward on your thwarts, give away all you know.
See how the boats advance, gaily, as to a dance Floating like feathers over the dark blue sea Stand up and give her some, send both your irons home Stern off and trim your boat; we are all clear.
Wounded and sore, fins and flukes in commotion Blackskin and oars contending spray While loud, long and shrill blows the horn of the ocean Fretting and lost she brings to in dismay.
Haul line, every man, and gather in all you can Lances and spades from your thwarts clear away Now peak your oars again, while fast each boat remains For, safely and surely, we hold her at bay.
Surrounded by foes with strength undiminished, Heed how she flashes her dark flukes in the air A lance in the life, and the struggle is finished See how she sinks with her chimney on fire.
While so loud and shrill are the cries from our seamen Mocking the whale in her terrible hour Watch her as she dies; see, the blue signal flies Here she goes, fin out, and the contest is o'er.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
