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