Old Tom

If you're going down to Eden

Call into Two Fold Bay

There's the only whaling station close at hand

If the whales are running free

it is a sight to see

As the orcas round them up to beach on land

You know there's a whale

By the slapping of his tail

Old Tom has come to tell us to make haste

Launch the boats, pull the oars

Make sure you are aboard

He's leading us out for the chase

As the flensing blades are honed

To cut the blubber from the bone

The boiling pots are heating for the oil

The steam is rising up

As the oil is at the top

And the orcas are waiting for the spoils

You know there's a whale

By the slapping of his tail

Old Tom has come to tell us to make haste

Launch the boats, pull the oars

Make sure you are aboard

He's leading us out for the chase

Old Tom was a legend

And the Yuin men imagined

That their spirit lived in the orca's soul

The leader of the pack

He led them up and back

Drove the baleen to the bay, at Two Fold

You know there's a whale

By the slapping of his tail

Old Tom has come to tell us to make haste

Launch the boats, pull the oars

Make sure you are aboard

He's leading us out for the chase