Come all ye young sailor men, listen to me
I’ll sing you a song of the fish of the sea

Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes

Oh, first come the whale, the biggest of all
He clumb up a loft and let ev’ry sail fall

Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes

And next came the mack’rel with his striped back
He hauled aft the sheets and boarded each tack

Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes

Then come the porpoise with his short snout
He went to the wheel, calling, “Ready, about.”

Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes

Then come the smelt, the smallest of all
He jumped to the poop, and sung out, “Topsail haul!”

Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes

The herring come saying, “I’m king of the seas
If you want any wind, why I’ll blow you a breeze.”

Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We’re bound to the south’ard so steady she goes

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