| Well, Paddy Maloney left Ireland in glee
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| He had a strange notion to sail the Ross Sea
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| He shipped in a whalecatcher South Georgia bound
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| And the way that she pitched made his head go around
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| Caterwaulin', tarpaulin', harpoonion' and all
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| Well, Paddy had never been whalin' before
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| It made his heart leap when he heard the loud roar
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| As the lookout he cried that a whale had been spied
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| «Begod,» says poor Pat, «I'll be ate by and by.»
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| Caterwaulin', tarpaulin', harpoonion' and all
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| Now, Paddy run for’ard and reached for the mast
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| He caught it a gripper and there he held fast
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| The boat give a tip and poor Paddy lost his grip
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| And in the whale’s belly the silly fool slipped
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| Caterwaulin', tarpaulin', harpoonion' and all
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| He was in the whale’s belly six months and a day
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| Till one morning' by luck to its throat he made way
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| The whale give a hoosh, boys, and then she did blow
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| And a mile in the air went old Paddy Maloney
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| Caterwaulin', tarpaulin', harpoonion' and all
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| Well, Paddy got spat out quite safe on the shore
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| He swears he’ll not go to sea any more
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| And the next time he follows a venturesome notion
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| It’ll be when the railway runs over the ocean
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| Caterwaulin', tarpaulin', harpoonion' and all |