Well, Paddy Maloney left Ireland in glee.
He had a strange notion to sail the Ross Sea.
He shipped in a whalecatcher South Georgia bound
And the way that she pitched made his head go around,

Caterwaulin', tarpaulin', harpoonion' and all.

Well, Paddy had never been whalin' before.
It made his heart leap when he heard the loud roar,
As the lookout he cried that a whale had been spied.
“Begod,” says poor Pat, “I'll be ate by and by.”

Now, Paddy run for'ard and reached for the mast.
He caught it a gripper and there he held fast.
The boat give a tip and poor Paddy lost his grip,
And in the whale's belly the silly fool slipped.

He was in the whale's belly six months and a day,
Till one morning' by luck to its throat he made way.
The whale give a hoosh, boys, and then she did blow,
And a mile in the air went old Paddy Maloney.

Well, Paddy got spat out quite safe on the shore,
He swears he'll not go to sea any more,
And the next time he follows a venturesome notion,
It'll be when the railway runs over the ocean.