Poetry

Tuesday, 25 November 2025

Hold on tight to the mast

 Hold on, hold on, hold on tight to the mast

This ship is going down in the gale

So look out, look out, look out for the whale

This ship is going down in the gale


Hold on, hold on, hold on tight to the mast

This ship is going down in the gale

Hear the battering, the battering of the whale to stern

This ship is going down fast in the gale


Yes stand up, stand up, stand up on the crow's nest

Spy , oh spy out the whale

and cry out to the stars above

This ship is going down in the gale


Captain Ahab he looked out up at the stars

He forecast some hail

He hammered his gold penny to the mast

And said men now catch me that whale


So look out, look out, look out for the whale

 Hold on, hold on, hold on tight to the mast

Scan oh scan, oh scan the horizon above

For this ship ain't going down in the gale


So look out, look out, look out to the stars above

Let them guide us to the whale

Oh tell me, tell me, tell the path of the dove

With a twig of olive as its mail


So look out, look out, look out to the stars above

And tell me how they guide you to the whale

Hold on, hold on, hold on tight to the mast

this ship, it ain't going down in the gale

this ship, it ain't going down in the gale

this ship, it ain't going down in the gale




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