180 "whales has feelins. 



" O, Johnny was no sailor, 



(Renso, boys, Renso.) 

 Still he shipped on a Yankee whaler, 



(Renso, boys, Renso.) 

 He could not do his duty, 



(Renso, boys, Renso.) 

 And he tried to run away then, 



(Renso, boys, Renso.) 

 They caught and brought him back again, 



(Renso, boys, Renso.) 

 And he said he never would go again, 



(Renso, boys, Renso.) 

 They put him pounding cable, 



(Renso, boys, Renso.) 

 And found him very able, 



(Renso, boys, Renso.) 

 He said he'd run away no more, 



(Renso, boys, Renso.) 

 He only waited to get on shore, 



(Renso, boys, Renso.) 

 So when he put his feet on shore, 



(Renso, boys, Renso.) 

 A-whaling he would go no more, 



(Renso, boys, Renso.)" 



What a whale that was ! He was the biggest 

 fellow I ever fell in with. He measured sixty- 

 four feet over all, and he had a sixteen-foot jaw. 

 His flukes stretched sixteen feet from tip to tip. 

 He made a hundred and thirty barrels of oil. 



" Think what that old spouter must have 

 weighed," said the mate, when we had got him 

 coopered. " One hundred and thirty barrels at 

 eight pounds a gallon — that makes — let me 

 see — that makes " (scratching of head, squirming 

 of eyebrows, smile of relief at last) " that makes 



