Now first comes the porpoise with his broad tail.
He stands on the poopdeck and says "Set sail!"
Blow the wind southerly, southerly blow,
We're hull down for Boston and steady we go.
Then comes the mackarel with his striped back.
He climbs up the rigging and fastens each tack.
Blow the wind southerly, southerly blow,
We're hull down for Boston and steady we go.
Next is the smelt, the smallest of all,
He stands on the yard and lets the sheets fall.
Blow the wind southerly, southerly blow,
We're hull down for Boston and steady we go.
Last is the herring, the king of the seas,
If you want good weather, 'tis him you must please.
Blow the wind southerly, southerly blow,
We're hull down for Boston and steady we go.