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American Ballads and Folk Songs
Come, all ye young sailormen, listen to me, I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea.
Chorus:
Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow, We're bound to the southward, so steady she goes!
Oh, first come the whale, the biggest of all; He dumb up aloft and let every sail fall.
And next come the mack'rel with his striped back} He hauled aft the sheets and boarded each tack.
Then come the porpoise with his short snout j He went to the wheel, calling "Ready! About!"
Then come the smelt, the smallest of all;
He jumped to the poop and sung out "Topsail, haul!"
The herring come saying, "I'm the king of the seas, If you want any wind, why, I'll blow you a breeze."
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