Oh my Donald he works upon the sea

On the waves that blow wild and free

He splices the ropes and he sets the sails

While southward he rolls to the home of the whale

And he ne'er thinks of me far behind

Nor the torments that rage in my mind

He's mine for only part of the year

And I'm left all alone with only my tears
Oh you ladies that smell of wild rose

Think you of the perfume to where the man goes

Think you of the wives and the babies that yearn

For the man ne'er returns from hunting the sperm
Oh my Donald he works upon the sea

On the waves that blow wild and free

He splices the ropes and he sets the sails

While southward he rolls to the home of the whale

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