Now was twenty-five or thirty years since Jack first saw the light.
He came into this world of woe one dark and stormy night.
He was born on board his father’s ship as she was lying to,
About twenty-five or thirty miles southeast of Bacalhoo.
CHORUS
Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor. Five and twenty years a whaler.
Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor. He was born upon the bright blue sea.
When Jack grew up to be a man he went to Labrador.
He fished in Indian Harbour where his father fished before.
On his returning in the fog he met a heavy gale,
And Jack was swept into the sea and swallowed by a whale.
CHORUS
The whale went straight to Baffin’s Bay ’bout ninety knots an hour,
And ev’ry time he’d blow a spray he’d send it in a shower.
“Oh, now,” says Jack unto himself, “I must see what he’s about.”
He caught the whale all by the tail and turned him inside out.
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aclift
Now was twenty-five or thirty years since Jack first saw the light.
He came into this world of woe one dark and stormy night.
He was born on board his father’s ship as she was lying to,
About twenty-five or thirty miles southeast of Bacalhoo.
CHORUS
Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor. Five and twenty years a whaler.
Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor. He was born upon the bright blue sea.
When Jack grew up to be a man he went to Labrador.
He fished in Indian Harbour where his father fished before.
On his returning in the fog he met a heavy gale,
And Jack was swept into the sea and swallowed by a whale.
CHORUS
The whale went straight to Baffin’s Bay ’bout ninety knots an hour,
And ev’ry time he’d blow a spray he’d send it in a shower.
“Oh, now,” says Jack unto himself, “I must see what he’s about.”
He caught the whale all by the tail and turned him inside out.
CHORUS