Home Of The Whale

Caroline Lavelle<br><br>Oh my love he works upon the sea<br>On the waves that blow wild and free<br>He splices the ropes and he sets the sail<br>While southwards he roams to the home of the whale<br><br>And he ne`er thinks of me far behind<br>Or the torments that rage in my mind<br>He is mine for only part of the year<br>Then I`m left all alone with only my tears<br><br>All ye ladies that smell of white rose<br>Thank ye for your perfume to wear on my gold<br>Thank ye all the wives and the babies that yearn<br>For the man ne`er returns from hunting the sperm [whale]<br><br>Oh my love he works upon the sea<br>On the waves that blow wild and free<br>He splices the ropes and he sets the sail<br>While southwards he roams to the home of the whale