Neither long or meager lay
Nor a comet on a July's day
Would lead my righteous soul astray

To cowardice, left hand's way

Oil soaked timber, wooden bone

Whatever fate - God knows alone
I pray for him to watch our trail
For I know: to kill we sail


So sing, seaman, join my hymn of
Blood and oil

Sing her out, sing of our return to
Rotten soil


First Nantucket sleigh ride, see!
Will be a kingly gift to me
O! That is where I long to be

Deep in the heart of the sea