Off the shore of Laborador   The crew labored to bilge the hold   The stern it floundered in the shoal   The bow bucked up like a bronco      The crew was strong 'til Captain called   "Throw the spermaceti o'er   Throw the spermaceti overboard, overboard"      The captain woke with sandy eyes   "Am I alone?" the old sir cried   "'tis I" he heard a bitter voice reply      "Jason Kip of woods hometown   I fear the men have all been drowned   And we two are the only to survive, to survive"      Nancy was a pretty girl   Golden hair and eyes of pearl   And she made a pretty bride   For the ancient Captain Bly   Her true love was Jason Kip   Porter on the Captain's ship      Nancy paced the widow's walk   Listening to the widow's talk   She heard "Nancy, do not weep,   The ship is late, but just a week"      "My late husband Captain Pierce   Was gone once for several years.   He returned with silk and spice   Minus one leg and his eyes"      In the end the ocean has its revenge   Whether tomorrow or 100 years      The Captain was a giant man   With miles of intestines   And a stomach larger than   The Persian Gulf      Was not 3 weeks when Bly took chase   And in his sleep untied him   And without a thought he ate him   Clean and whole, clean and whole      As the Captain licked his lips   He was spotted by a ship   Nancy truly was relieved   But for Jason how she grieved      In a carriage they rode home   Any guilt he did not show   As they sat to dine that night   He lacked any appetite      As the two lay in their bed   Captain's gut turned cherry red   With the sounds of gale-force wind   Sprung an angry Jason Kip      In the end the ocean has its revenge   Whether tomorrow or 100 years   It takes limbs and lives   And from the wives an equal ocean of their fallen tears      In the end the ocean has its revenge   Whether tomorrow or 100 years   It takes limbs and lives   And from the wives an equal ocean of their fallen tears