Come all ye young sailors and listen to me,
I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea.

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Then blow ye winds westerly, westerly blow,
We're bound to the south'ard,
So steady she blows.

First come the whale, he's the biggest of all,
He clumb up aloft and let every sail fall.
Next come the mackerel with his striped back,
He hauled aft the streets and bearded each tack.

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Then come the smelt, he's the smallest of all,
He jumped to the poop, "Lower topsails!" he bawled.
Then come the porpoise with his little blue snout,
He went to the wheel, callin' ''Ready about!"

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Next come the cod with his old chucklehead,
He swung by the forechains, a-heavin' the lead.
Then come the flounder, as flat as the ground,
"Dang your eyes, Chucklhead, mind how you sound!"

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The herring called out, "I'm the king of the sea!
If you want any wind, why I'll blow you a breeze!"

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