| We are two mariners
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| Our ships' sole survivors
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| In this belly of a whale
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| Its ribs our ceiling beams
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| Its guts our carpeting
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| I guess we have some time to kill
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| You may not remember me
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| I was a child of three
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| And you, a lad of eighteen
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| But I remember you
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| And I will relate to you
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| How our histories interweave
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| At the time you were
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| A rake and a roustabout
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| Spending all your money
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| On the whores and hounds
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| Oh-ohhhhh
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| You had a charming air
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| All cheap and debonair
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| My widowed mother found so sweet
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| And so she took you in
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| Her sheets still warm with him
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| Now filled with filth and foul disease
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| As time wore on, you proved
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| A debt-ridden drunken mess
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| Leaving my mother
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| A poor consumptive wretch
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| Oh-ohhhhh
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| And then you disappeared
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| Your gambling arrears
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| The only thing you left behind
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| And then the magistrate
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| Reclaimed our small estate
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| And my poor mother lost her mind
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| Then one day in Spring
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| My dear sweet mother died
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| But before she did
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| I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
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| Oh-ohhhhh
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| «Find him, bind him
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| Tie him to a pole and break
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| His fingers to splinters
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| Drag him to a hole until he
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| Wakes up, naked
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| Clawing at the ceiling
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| Of his grave»
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| It took me fifteen years
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| To swallow all my tears
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| Among the urchins in the street
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| Until a priory
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| Took pity and hired me
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| To keep their vestry nice and neat
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| But never once in the employ
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| Of these holy men
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| Did I ever once turn my mind
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| From the thought of revenge
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| Oh-ohhhhh
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| One night I overheard
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| The Prior exchanging words
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| With a penitent whaler from the sea
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| The captain of his ship
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| Who matched you toe to tip
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| Was known for wanton cruelty
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| The following day
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| I shipped to sea
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| With a privateer
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| And in the whistle
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| Of the wind
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| I could almost hear…
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| Oh-ohhhhh
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| «Find him, bind him
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| Tie him to a pole and break
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| His fingers to splinters
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| Drag him to a hole until he
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| Wakes up, naked
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| Clawing at the ceiling
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| Of his grave
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| «There is one thing I must say to you
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| As you sail across the sea
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| Always, your mother will watch over you
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| As you avenge this wicked deed»
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| And then that fateful night
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| We had you in our sight
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| After twenty months at sea
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| Your starboard flank abeam
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| I was getting my muskets clean
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| When came this rumbling from beneath
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| The ocean shook
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| The sky went black
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| And the captain quailed
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| As before us grew
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| The angry jaws
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| Of a giant whale
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| Oh Ohhhhhhhhhh
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| Ohhhhh
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| Don’t know how I survived
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| The crew all was chewed alive
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| I must have slipped between his teeth
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| But, O! |
| What providence!
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| What divine intelligence!
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| That you should survive
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| As well as me
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| It gives my heart
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| Great joy
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| To see your eyes fill with fear
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| So lean in close
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| And I will whisper
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| The last words you’ll hear
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| Ohh-ohhhhh |