Here inside the under-side sea
Outside the sultry dusk it be
Thirty scurry aboard thee
All hold will to bend a harpoon tree
Wessex where, a massed congregation
Wessex where, between two dispirate lines
Wessex where, above the deepest shelf
Assign the schooner no sooner it's captained
A crew promised riches, for pitches they listened
The Melville green hand to land on Pequod
Anchor winch to rise open sail blinders tight
Whalers where, nine gams thine meet
Whalers where, fill the vat with cetacean fat
Whalers where, drumbeat with the ancient beast
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