Nickerson's Theme

Neither long or meager lay

Nor a comet on a July's day

Would lead my righteous soul astray

To cowardice, left hand's way

Oil soaked timber, wooden bone

Whatever fate - God knows alone

I pray for him to watch our trail

For I know: to kill we sail

So sing, seaman, join my hymn of

Blood and oil

Sing her out, sing of our return to

Rotten soil

First Nantucket sleigh ride, see!

Will be a kingly gift to me

O! That is where I long to be

Deep in the heart of the sea