It was twenty -five or thirty years
since Jack first saw the light.
He came into this world of woe
one dark and stormy night.
He was born on board his father's ship
as she was a -lying too,
About twenty -five or thirty miles
southeast of Bacaloo.
Jack was every inch a sailor,
five and twenty years a whaler.
Jack was every inch a sailor,
he was born upon the great blue sea.
When Jack grew up to be a man,
he went to the Labrador.
He fished in Indian Harbor
where his father fished before.
On his returning in the fog,
he met the heavy gale,
and Jack was swept into the sea
and swallowed by a whale.
Jack was every inch a sailor,
five and twenty years a whaler.
Jack was every inch a sailor,
he was born upon the bright blue sea.
The whale went straight for Baffin's Bay
about 90 knots an hour,
and every time he'd blow a spray
he'd send it in the shower.
Oh now, says Jack,
and to himself I must see what he's about.
He cut the whale all by the tail
and turned him inside out.
Jack was every inch a sailor,
five and twenty years a whaler.
Jack was every inch a sailor,
he was born upon the bright blue sea.
Thank