Haul away,
Haul away,
My proud bully boys, haul away.
A whale knows
That you know
As he knows
What only the prophets foresaw;
When at Gai’s last turn,
At entropy’s burn —
Whales will walk as they once walked before.
Haul away,
Haul away,
My proud bully boys, haul away.
A whale dreams
That you dream
Of her dreams;
Of spume and of krill and of claw;
Of cold Arctic moons,
Of exploding harpoons —
And of fires that will crack the sea floor.
Haul away,
Haul away,
My proud bully boys, haul away.
Oh, two legs,
Or four legs
Or no legs,
The helix runs false at its core;
As the sun slowly dies,
As the boiling seas rise —
Whales will dance on the ocean’s last shore.
Haul away,
Haul away,
My proud bully boys, haul away.