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THE WHALER'S SONG.
There she lies! There she lies!
A mountain on old Ocean's breast.
"Where away?" Just three points west,
Toward yon waves that boldly rise.
Head the vessel! Trim the sail!
We must chase that mighty whale.
There she blows! There she blows!
Man the boats! for nothing stay!
Such a prize we cannot lose,
Stretch to your oars! away! away!
