King of The Boundless Deep by Lizzy Hardingham

 

Oh the whale is free of the boundless sea, he lives for a thousand years

And he sinks to his rest ‘neath the billows breast, nor the roughest tempest fears

Oh the howling blast as it hurries past is music to lull him to sleep

He has seen the spray of his boisterous play as he dashes the king of the deep

 

Oh the rare old whale mid storm and gale

The ocean his home shall be

For a giant in might, where might is right

The king of the boundless deep

 

And a wonderous tale could the rare old whale of the mighty deep disclose

Of the skeleton forms of bygone storms and of treasures which no one knows

He has seen the crew when the tempest blew, shake down from the slippery deck

And stemming the tide with his glassy side and spraying the ocean with wreck

 

Oh the rare old whale mid storm and gale

The ocean his home shall be

For a giant in might, where might is right

The king of the boundless deep

 

The whale shall still be dear to me when the midnight lamp burns dim

And the student’s book is his favourite nook for they are all lit by him

From none of his tribe we could ‘er imbibe so blessed so useful a thing

But we’ll on land go hand in hand to haul him to ocean king

 

Oh the rare old whale mid storm and gale

The ocean his home no more

For a giant in might where the price is right

Laid on the ocean floor

 

Oh the rare old whale mid storm and gale

The ocean his home shall be

For a giant in might no price is right

The king of the boundless deep