| The oceans of the world were the home of Big Blue
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| He was the greatest monster that the world ever knew
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| And the place that he loved best
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| Was the waters to the west
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| Around the blue Pacific he did roam
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| Big Blue moved alone for a mighty blue was he
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| And the battles of the whales was an awesome sight to see
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| And he took them one by one and he drove them all away
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| In the mating of the day he was the king
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| Big Blue had fifty wives and he sired forty sons
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| Though most of them feel victim to the cruel harpoon guns
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| Ah but he was too much wise to get caught by the gunners' eyes
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| And so he lived at sea a hundred years
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| His mouth was as large as a tunnel so they say
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| His hide was thick as leather and his eyes quick and small
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| And his back was all scarred by the times he got away
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| And he knew the smell of whalers did Big Blue
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| Big Blue passed away to his natural decay
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| Beside the Arctic Circle as he travelled up that way
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| And there never was a man who was born with a gunner’s hand
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| Who ever took a pan to Big Blue
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| Now the gray whale has run and the sperm is almost done
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| The finbacks and the Greenland rights have all passed and gone
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| They’ve been taken by the men for the money they could spend
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| And the killing never ends, it just goes on
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| The oceans of the earth were the home of Big Blue
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| He was the greatest monster that the world ever knew
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| And the place that he loved best was the waters to the west
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| Around the blue Pacific he did roam |