There once was a ship that put to sea, and the name of that ship was the Billy O'Tee. The winds blew hard, her bow dipped down, blow me bully boy's bow. Soon may the Valarmen come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day when the toning is done, we'll take our leave and go. She had not been two weeks from shore, when down on her a right whale bore. The captain called all hens and swore, he'd take that whale in tow. Soon may the Valarmen come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day when the toning is done, we'll take our leave and go. For forty days or even more, the line went slack and tight once more. All boats were lost, there were only four, and still that whale did go. Soon may the Valarmen come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day when the toning is done, we'll take our leave and go. As wise I've heard, the fight's too long, the line's not cut and the whale's not gone. The Valarmen makes his regular call, to encourage the captain, crew and all. Soon may the Valarmen come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day when the toning is done, we'll take our leave and go. Soon may the Valarmen come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day when the toning is done, we'll take our leave and go. Soon may the Valarmen come, to bring us sugar and tea and rum. One day when the toning is done, we'll take our leave and go.