Sun breaks over the sprits'l yard.
Jib sheet's haulin' to lee-ward hard.
Crosstree's hummin' a mornin' hymn.
I'm the cabin boy, call me Jim. (His name's Jim)
Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the fur-be-low of the wily wha le.
Captain's stalking the quarter-deck.
Tells the tail of his first ship-wreck.
Castaway with a case of rum.
Hoped that rescue would never come (Never come).
Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the fur-be-low of the wily whale.
To the fur-be-low of the wi-ly, wi-ly
Bridge: (Penny Whistle)
First mate Adam's a hardened man.
Says the captain's a charla-tan.
Don't know tackle from futtock plates.
He'll sail us into the Pear ly Gates.
Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the fur-be-low of the wily wha le.
I been sailin' these seven seas
Since I's nigh high to a mermaid's knees.
Come next April I'm sixty-three.
I can't ad-vance! (I like short pants!)
Safe in the cabin on the o-pen sea.
Fare away, fare away under main topsail
To the fur-be-low of the wily whale.
To the fur-be-low of the wi-ly, wi-ly wha le.