| Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor
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| Five and twenty years a whaler
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| Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor
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| He was born upon the bright blue sea
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| Now 'twas twenty five or thirty years
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| Since Jack first saw the light
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| He came into this world of woe
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| One dark and stormy night
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| He was born on board his father’s ship
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| As she was lying to
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| 'Bout twenty five or thirty miles
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| Southeast of Baccalieu
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| Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor
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| Five and twenty years a whaler
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| Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor
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| He was born upon the bright blue sea
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| When Jack grew up to be a man
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| He went to Labrador
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| He fished in Indian Harbour
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| Where his father fished before
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| On his returning in the fog
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| He met a heavy gale
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| And Jack was swept into the sea
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| And swallowed by a whale
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| Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor
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| Five and twenty years a whaler
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| Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor
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| He was born upon the bright blue sea
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| The whale went straight for Baffin’s Bay
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| About ninety knots an hour
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| And every time he’d blow a spray
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| He’d send it in a shower
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| «O, now"says Jack unto himself
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| «I must see what he’s about»
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| He caught the whale by the tail
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| And turned him inside out
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| Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor
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| Five and twenty years a whaler
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| Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor
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| He was born upon the bright blue sea |