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I doCne my level bEmest, to whomeAmver's concerneCd For Cchildren of wEmailer's, we aFll take a turGn Now we lDmay in our oGars boat, us six mCen at seaAm And trDmavel for hoGme with rations foCr three Am Two ouDmnces fresh Gwater and hardtackC a day Am BFut we'll see NantuckGet againC
ForCty days and fEmorty nights, Amwe followed thCe wind In tChe southern PEmacific, many Fmiles from laGnd The fDmirst mate oGf Essex, and few cCrew with Amme Our cDmaptain GeorGge Pollard is lostC at the sAmea And DmI look to tGhe East and see noCthing butAm blue So Fwhat can us starvingG men do?C
But siCng, siGng, we'rFe on our way homeG AcroCss theG PacificF, and through theG7 unknown WitCh God as our shepE7herd then no harm shall paAmss WFe'll be in NantGucket at lastC
But C7oh, how this sFkin of blistered leather puF7lls tight on our skulls ACs rations all E7dwindle aAmway And oC7h, how our dreamsF every night, oF7f our stomachs so full ButDm awake to fiGnd waterC to last two more daAmys Our spDmirits all brGoken, ouCr minds are all crazAmed And Dmoh, how I'd Gkill forC just one more goEmod meAmal But hFome's a littlGe farther awaCy
But siCng, siGng, we'rFe on our way homeG AcroCss theG PacificF, and through theG7 unknown WitCh God as our shepE7herd then no harm shall paAmss WFe'll be in NantGucket at lastC
But oh, wC7hen I look at Fmy crewman, I see them lookF7ing back at me HumCanity gone froE7m their eAmyes OC7nce we were men oFf our god, and F7brothers at sea ThoDmse times werGen't so Clong ago, but how quAmick they pass WaDms once deathG a stranCger, now approachingAm us fast BuDmt we are NanGtucket, Cthe proud and the stAmrong ForF Nantucket, wGe must travelC on
But C7oh, how these Fhunger pangs drive all the F7thoughts in my brain ACnd body dries E7up in theAm sun OC7h, cause it's meaFt and fresh watF7er that the six of us crave SoDm six bits ofG paper aCre tossed in the capAm AndDm six men reaGch in anCd each pull out a scAmrap AndDm one man of Gsix, witCh the unlucky draw Am IFs one man to Ghelp feed us Call