Am
We are two mariners
Am
Our ship's sole survivors
Am E
In this belly of a whale
Am
It's ribs are ceiling beams
Am
It's guts are carpeting
Am
I guess we have some time to kill
Am
You may not remember me
Am
I was a child of three
Am E
And you, a lad of eighteen
Am
But, I remember you
Am
And I will relate to you
Am E
How our histories interweave
F
At the time you were
Am
A rake and a roustabout
F
Spending all your money
E
On the whores and hounds
(oh, oh)
Am
You had a charming air
Am
All cheap and debonair
Am E
My widowed mother found so sweet
Am
And so she took you in
Am
Her sheets still warm with him
Am E
Now filled with filth and foul disease
F
As time wore on you proved
Am
A debt-ridden drunken mess
F
Leaving my mother
E
A poor consumptive wretch
(oh, oh)
Am
And then you disappeared
Am
Your gambling arrears
Am E
The only thing you left behind
Am
And then the magistrate
Am
Reclaimed our small estate
Am E
And my poor mother lost her mind
F
Then, one day in spring
Am
My dear sweet mother died
F
But, before she did
E
I took her hand as she, dying, cried:
(oh, oh)
(Am)
"Find him, find him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
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Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave"
Am
It took me fifteen years
Am
To swallow all my tears
Am E
Among the urchins in the street
Am
Until a priory
Am
Took pity and hired me
Am E
To keep their vestry nice and neat
F
But, never once in the employ
Am
these holy men
F
Did I ever, once turn my mind
E
From the thought of revenge
(oh, oh)
(Continua igual os versos.)
One night I overheard
The prior exchanging words
With a penitent whaler from the sea
The captain of his ship
Who matched you toe to tip
Was known for wanton cruelty
The following day
I shipped to sea
With a privateer
And in the whistle
Of the wind
I could almost hear
(oh, oh)
"Find him, find him
Tie him to a pole and break
His fingers to splinters
Drag him to a hole until he
Wakes up naked
Clawing at the ceiling
Of his grave
There is one thing I must say to you
As you sail across the sea
Always, your mother will watch over you
As you avenge this wicked deed"
And then, that fateful night
We had you in our sight
After twenty months, it seemed
Your starboard flank abeam
I was getting my muskets clean
When came this rumbling from beneath
The ocean shook
The sky went black
And the captain quailed
And before us grew
The angry jaws
Of a giant whale
(oh..)
Don't know how I survived
The crew all was chewed alive
I must have slipped between his teeth
But, oh, what providence
What divine intelligence
That you should survive
As well as me
It gives my eye great joy
To see your eyes fill with fear
To lean in close
And I will whisper
The last words you'll hear
(oh, oh)
