Off the shore of Laborador The crew labored to bilge the hold The stern it floundered in the shoal The bow bucked up like a bronco The crew was strong 'til Captain called "Throw the spermaceti o'er Throw the spermaceti overboard, overboard" The captain woke with sandy eyes "Am I alone?" the old sir cried "'tis I" he heard a bitter voice reply "Jason Kip of ?town I fear the men have all been drowned And we two are the only to survive, to survive" Nancy was a pretty girl Golden hair and eyes of pearl And she made a pretty bride For the ancient Captain Bly Her true love was Jason Kip Porter on the Captain's ship Nancy paced the widow's walk Listening to the widow's talk She heard "Nancy, do not weep, The ship is late, but just a week" "My late husband Captain Pierce Was gone once for several years. He returned with silk and spice Minus one leg and his eyes" In the end the ocean has its revenge Whether tomorrow or 100 years The Captain was a giant man With miles of intestines And a stomach larger than The Persian Gulf Was not 3 weeks when Bly took chase And in his sleep untied him And without a thought he ate him Clean and whole, clean and whole As the Captain licked his lips He was spotted by a ship Nancy truly was relieved But for Jason how she grieved In a carriage they rode home Any guilt he did not show As they sat to dine that night He lacked any appetite As the two lay in their bed Captain's gut turned cherry red With the sounds of gale-force wind Sprung an angry Jason Kip In the end the ocean has its revenge Whether tomorrow or 100 years It takes limbs and lives And from the wives an equal ocean of their fallen tears