Big News III

Off the shore of Laborador

The crew labored to bilge the hold

The stern it floundered in the shoal

The bow bucked up like a bronco

The crew was strong 'til Captain called

"Throw the spermaceti o'er

Throw the spermaceti overboard, overboard"

The captain woke with sandy eyes

"Am I alone?" the old sir cried

"'tis I" he heard a bitter voice reply

"Jason Kip of ?town

I fear the men have all been drowned

And we two are the only to survive, to survive"

Nancy was a pretty girl

Golden hair and eyes of pearl

And she made a pretty bride

For the ancient Captain Bly

Her true love was Jason Kip

Porter on the Captain's ship

Nancy paced the widow's walk

Listening to the widow's talk

She heard "Nancy, do not weep,

The ship is late, but just a week"

"My late husband Captain Pierce

Was gone once for several years.

He returned with silk and spice

Minus one leg and his eyes"

In the end the ocean has its revenge

Whether tomorrow or 100 years

The Captain was a giant man

With miles of intestines

And a stomach larger than

The Persian Gulf

Was not 3 weeks when Bly took chase

And in his sleep untied him

And without a thought he ate him

Clean and whole, clean and whole

As the Captain licked his lips

He was spotted by a ship

Nancy truly was relieved

But for Jason how she grieved

In a carriage they rode home

Any guilt he did not show

As they sat to dine that night

He lacked any appetite

As the two lay in their bed

Captain's gut turned cherry red

With the sounds of gale-force wind

Sprung an angry Jason Kip

In the end the ocean has its revenge

Whether tomorrow or 100 years

It takes limbs and lives

And from the wives an equal ocean of their fallen tears