| There once was a ship that put to sea |
| And the name of that ship was the Billy o' Tea |
| The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down |
| Blow, me bully boys, blow |
| Soon may the Wellerman come |
| To bring us sugar and tea and rum |
| One day, when the tonguing is done |
| We’ll take our leave and go |
| She had not been two weeks from shore |
| When down on her, a right whale bore |
| The captain called all hands and swore |
| He’d take that whale in tow (Hah) |
| Soon may the Wellerman come |
| To bring us sugar and tea and rum |
| One day, when the tonguing is done |
| We’ll take our leave and go |
| For forty days, or even more |
| The line went slack, then tight once more |
| All boats were lost, there were only four |
| But still that whale did go |
| Soon may the Wellerman come |
| To bring us sugar and tea and rum |
| One day, when the tonguing is done |
| We’ll take our leave and go |
| As far as I’ve heard, the fight’s still on |
| The line’s not cut and the whale’s not gone |
| The Wellerman makes his a regular call |
| To encourage the Captain, crew, and all |
| Soon may the Wellerman come |
| To bring us sugar and tea and rum |
| One day, when the tonguing is done |
| We’ll take our leave and go |
| Soon may the Wellerman come |
| To bring us sugar and tea and rum |
| One day, when the tonguing is done |
| We’ll take our leave and go |
| Soon may the Wellerman come |
| To bring us sugar and tea and rum |
| One day, when the tonguing is done |
| We’ll take our leave and go |