Soon may the Wellerman comeTo bring us sugar and tea and rumOne day, when the tonguin’ is doneWe’ll take our leave and go

She had not been two weeks from shoreWhen down on her a right whale boreThe captain called all hands and sworeHe’d take that whale in tow

Soon may the Wellerman comeTo bring us sugar and tea and rumOne day, when the tonguin’ is doneWe’ll take our leave and go

Before the boat had hit the waterThe whale’s tail came up and caught herAll hands to the side, harpooned and fought herWhen she dived down below

Soon may the Wellerman comeTo bring us sugar and tea and rumOne day, when the tonguin’ is doneWe’ll take our leave and go

No line was cut, no whale was freedThe Captain’s mind was not of greedBut he belonged to the whaleman’s creedShe took the ship in tow

Soon may the Wellerman comeTo bring us sugar and tea and rumOne day, when the tonguin’ is doneWe’ll take our leave and go

For forty days, or even moreThe line went slack, then tight once moreAll boats were lost, there were only fourBut still that whale did go

Soon may the Wellerman comeTo bring us sugar and tea and rumOne day, when the tonguin’ is doneWe’ll take our leave and go

As far as I’ve heard, the fight’s still onThe line’s not cut and the whale’s not goneThe Wellerman makes his regular callTo encourage the Captain, crew, and all

Soon may the Wellerman comeTo bring us sugar and tea and rumOne day, when the tonguin’ is doneWe’ll take our leave and go

Soon may the Wellerman comeTo bring us sugar and tea and rumOne day, when the tonguin’ is doneWe’ll take our leave and go