Upon the isle of Newfoundland
there lived a sailor boy.
He was a handsome sailor lad,
his father's pride and joy.
He was born and boarded
his father's ship
on a dark and stormy morn,
and he helped the crew
harpoon a whale
on the day that he was born.
Jack was every inch a sailor,
five and twenty years a whaler.
Jack was every inch a sailor,
he was born upon the bright blue sea.
When Jack grew up to be a man,
he sailed from shore to shore.
He sailed his ship around the world
a dozen times or more.
Harpooning whales was play to him,
for he was very strong,
And he was also very tall,
and his beard was very long.
Jack was every inch a sailor,
five and twenty years a whaler.
Jack was every inch a sailor,
he was born upon the bright blue sea.
One night while Jack was standing, watch,
a storm began to blow.
It blew so hard
that soon the ship was tossing to and fro.
A great big wave rolled up to Jack
and washed him to the rail.
And he was tossed into the sea
and swallowed by a whale.
Old Jack was every inch a sailor.
Five and twenty years a whaler.
Jack was every inch a sailor.
He was born upon the bright blue sea.
Now when that whale had
swallowed Jack,
he soon began to shake,
for this old whale had got himself
a mighty stomachache.
Well now, said Jack,
this poor old whale don't
know what he's about,
so he grabbed that whale all by the tail
and pulled him inside out.
Jack was a French sailor,
Five and twenty years a whaler,
Jack was a French sailor,
He was born upon the bright blue sea.