home of the whale

, oh my love he works upon the sea, on the waves that blow wild and free, he splices the ropes and he sets the sail, while southwards he roams to the home of the whale, and he ne'er thinks of me far behind, or the torments that rage in my mind, he is mine for only part of the year, then i'm left all alone with only my tears, all ye ladies that smell of wild roe, thank ye of your perfume to wear a man goes, thank ye all the wives and the babies that yearn, for the man ne'er returned from hunting the sperm, oh my love he works upon the sea, on the waves that blow wild and free, he splices the ropes and he sets the sail, while southwards he roams to the home of the whale