XX. THE WHALE
The whale, the whale, and now must we sing
The ocean's pride and the fishes' king,
He is the vast and the mighty thing,
Sailing along in the deep blue sea.
Down to the bottom sometimes he goes,
Then up to the surface again for blows,
And when he has done then off goes he,
Sailing along in the deep blue sea.
In Northern climes where it is very cold,
This fish is found, as I've been told,
And there will sport in his mighty glee,
Sailing along in the deep blue sea.
'Tis a dangerous thing in catching the whale,
He'll toss o'er the boat with a flick of his tail,
And when he's done so, off goes he,
Sailing along in the deep blue sea.
XXI. WINE AND WATER
Said Wine to Water, So fine I be,
They carry me over both land and sea,
They call me both Port and Sherry,
I cause every heart to be merry,
I cause every heart to be merry.
