American Old Time Song Lyrics: 52 Jonah And The Whale

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 52

JONAH AND THE WHALE.
Copyright, 1894, by H. W. Petrie.
Words by Wingate Black. Music by H. W. Petrie

About the year of one, B. C,
A gallant ship put out to sea
To catch a whale and salt his tail,
To salt the end of his tail,
But just about a mile from land
The ship began to dance,
And every son of a sailorman
Put on his working pants,
His pants, his pants, ins working pants,
And down into the hold they went.
And over the pumps their backs they bent.
They thought they'd drown, but they couldn't sit down.
The floor wus to wet to sit down.

Then up spoke Patrick O'Flarrity­"A Jonah is on this ship," Bays he,
And out they ran, from Mike to Dan,
To find the Jonah man,
And there in the middle of the deck,
His nibsey, Jonah, sat,
A-lighting a paper cigarette
In his little derby hat.
"His hat," says Pat, "we're on to that."
They gave a biff, they gave a yell.
And overboard poor Jonah fell;
Says Pal to Jim, "It's better for him,
It's certainly better for him."

Just then a monster whale come by.
And Jonah's trousers caught his eye:
"As I'm a goat, there's it lunch afloat,"
And he scooped Jonah into his throat,
But pretty soon the whale was sick;
Says he, "that lunch was poor,
It seems to me by the way I feel,
I've swallowed a Jonah for sure;
It's Jo, it's Jo, it's Jonah sure!"
On Mike McGinty be made a call,
And coughed up Jonah, pants and all.
The very spot we have never forgot;
'Twas McGinty's corner lot.

"Get out of this," McGinty said,
"You can't stay here unless you're dend;
You'll hoodoo me and my familee.
My wife and my familee "
So then McGinty called his wife
A mermaid fat and pale,
And she gave poor Jonah a fatal stub
With the end of her jagged tail,
Her jag, her jag, her jagged tail!
Then Jonah died upon the spot
And bought McGinty's corner lot,
And now, you see, there's a firm of three:
McGinty And Company.