Now ‚twas twenty five or thirty years since Jack first saw the light
He came into this world of woe one dark and stormy night.
He was born on board his father’s ship as she was lying to
‚Bout twenty five or thirty miles southeast of Baccalieu.

Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor, five and twenty years a whaler,
Jack was ev’ry inch a sailor, he was born upon the bright blue sea.

When Jack grew up to be a man, he went to the Labrador,
He fished in Indian Harbour, where his father fished before.
On his returning in the fog, he met a heavy gale,
And Jack was swept into the sea and swallowed by a whale.

Jack was ev’ry inch ….

The whale went straight for Baffin’s Bay, ‘bout ninety knots an hour.
And every time he’d blow a spray he’d send it in a shower.
„Oh, now“ says Jack unto himself, „we’ll see what he’s about,“
He caught the whale all by the tail and turned him inside out.

Jack was ev’ry inch ….