by B. McDermott 6/09

Verse 1
My name is, call me Ishmael, on the Pequod here I be
We sail with Captain Ahab, from the white whale he'd be free
I miss Nantucket I miss a pretty wife
I pray that Ahab, will not take my life

Chorus 1
Lads I know we're traveling far from home
We'll be gone three years and I left her all alone
I left her all alone
But take good comfort in the Lord or whom you will
And keep your lances sharp and be ready for the kill //

2.
I remember her standing in the open door
the sun was shining on her hair, but the sea held me more the sea held me more
But take good comfort in the Lord or whom you will
And keep your lances sharp and be ready for the kill //

2nd verse
^{Why do we have to part, in this gloried life
from a love that's ours, for storm and strife
And why do we never, cease to ask with our last breath
from whence did this white whale come
that takes us to our death}