A man from Nantucket.
There once was a man from Nantucket. Whose fortune could fit in a bucket. It was time to set sail and slay the white whale.
On the treacherous sea. No man braver could be, As our sailor boy. When the lookout yelled out, look mates oh hoi!
She blows to the west. Be now at your best. Man all the boats and work for our cause.
We came to find oil and by the sweat of our brows. We shall slay that leviathan and good luck will be ours.
Our sailor boy rowed and when the ocean turned red. He could see how the female whale was suddenly dead.
But upon the horizon a monster took speed. Cursed where the crew for their greedy need.
A whale so white, over 80 feet long. Silenced forever the frightened whalers song.
The boy from Nantucket never more shall sail. He was drowned as revenge by the great white whale.
In the pubs and on placards this tale was forever told. About a boy from Nantucket, who died out at sea just 14 years old.
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Författaren David Gunnarsson med Poeter.se id #53752 innehar upphovsrätten