Home Of The Whale

Oh my love he works upon the sea

On the waves that blow wild and free

He splices the ropes and he sets the sail

While southwards he roams to the home of the whale



And he ne'er thinks of me far behind

Or the torments that rage in my mind

He is mine for only part of the year

Then I'm left all alone with only my tears



All ye ladies that smell of wild rose

Think you for your perfume of where a man goes

Think you of the wives and the babies that yearn

For the man ne'er returns sleeping without a stone



Oh my love he works upon the sea

On the waves that blow wild and free

He splices the ropes and he sets the sail

While southwards he roams to the home of the whale