Lyrics: The Queen of the Great Below

Call him Ahab.
Call him seeker and hunter and butcher and blade
I called him grandad
And he brought me stories of life on the waves
In the southern seas chasing the whale
For a share of the profits they’d sail

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And he’d sing hooray and up she rises
Hooray and there she blows
Hooray and up she rises
It’s the queen of the great below

Just an old salt
With his pipe and his whiskey the memories were stirred
Like a fine malt

Wide-eyed and spellbound we’d hang on each word
Of the knockabout men and the thrill
Of the breach and the chase and the kill

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Now the sons and daughters learn a new history
And an old sailor’s stories will fade now
Too much blood on the water left ghosts in the sea
But the times bring a new kind of trade now

And it’s my game
With a cargo of tourists these decks they are lined
And they’ll take aim
But with digital cameras not harpoon and iron
Like grandad we’ll go chase the whale
You can call me the modern Ishmael

And we sing hooray and up she rises
Hooray and there she blows
Hooray and up she rises
It’s the queen of the great below