THE WELLERMAN There was a ship that put to sea,And the name of the ship was the Billy at TeaThe wind came up, her bow dipped down,Blow, my bully boys, blow. Soon may the Wellerman comeAnd bring us sugar and tea and rum.One day, when the tonguin’ is done,We’ll take our leave and go. She had not been two weeks from shoreWhen down on her a right whale bore.The captain called all hands and sworeHe’d take that whale in tow. Before the boat had hit the waterThe whale’s tail came up and caught her.All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her,She dived down below. A line we dropped all in pursuitShe raised her tail, a last salute.But the harpoon lodged there’s no disputeShe dived down below. For six long days and six long nightsShe drove us south with all her might,Until we were too tired to fight,Then we let her go. The line was cut, the whale was freed;The Captain’s mind was not on greed.He belonged to the sailor’s creedAnd he let that whale go. Sugar, tea, and rum.