On our mighty chariot
The dancing Balaou
We set out merrily
A motley crew
For in the Caribbean
We need to keep
Protected our kin
Of that wondrous deep
So we looked for the thrones
Of the Lords of the Blue
Being more like a family
Instead of just crew
From Sint Maarten’s
Soft Emerald shore
We set off for Saba
Landlubbers no more
In the long shadow
Of Mount Scenery’s peak
We towed our hydrophone
To hear the Cachalot speak
And onward we sailed
To Montserrat’s glory
Still belching
Her volcanic story
For three days nothing
Did we see
But on the third day!
A shout of glee!
From the for’d watch
Finally! A whale!
But alas we lost them
’Twas just a mermaid’s tale
Then on the morrow
Of that fifth day
Off of Gwada
The Pantrops did play
But nothing prepared us
For Dominica’s glory
Where mama whale
Told her calf a story
Of eight souls
Set out to seek
On the dancing Balaou
To hear the sperm whale speak
And I think I may speak
For our motley Crew
That we will always remember
Ti Whale An Nou