| I’m sailing to Spain, yet I know the Lord has a work for me
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| But I’ve got to retreat
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| Or He might save the life of my enemies
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| A port back in Joppa -- I climbed aboard
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| But misfortune followed -- a deadly storm
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| And I defied the Lord on high -- a scary thought
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| I’m pushed into the sea
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| I guess those windy waves spell the death of me
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| Some trip here I’ve had
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| I think of how this ends, and it seems real bad
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| But they had to throw me over
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| So the storm would go
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| And so now I’m kicked out of that rotten boat
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| But I’ll die just as I am -- a scary thought
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| A rather big and strange whale
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| Appeared from up ahead
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| It swam to me and not the boat
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| I guess I’ll just play dead -- play dead
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| Come, whale, away, come, whale, away
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| Come, whale, away with me, yeah
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| Come, whale, away, come, whale, away
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| Come, whale, away with me
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| Come, whale, away, come, whale, away
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| Come, whale, away with me, Jonah
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| Come, whale, away, come, whale, away
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| Come, whale, away with me
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| I thought that great whale ate me
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| Much to my surprise
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| It’s nice and warm and doesn’t drip
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| I stayed there for three nights |