John Taylor left his native home After the whale-fish he did go From the Atlantic coast and around Cape Horn To the South Seas where the whale-fish blow Oh it's, hang on, John Soon you'll see your native shore And it's, hang on, John You'll see Nantucket's shores once more Well, his boat was sunk and his luck bein' gone Round a rocky island he made his home And he prayed and he hoped and he dreamed in vain For a ship to carry him home again But it's, hang on, John Soon you'll see your native shore And it's, hang on, John You'll see Nantucket's shores once more An old man come a-walkin' along the beach Harpoon in hand and a shining face "I come from my home on the rolling sea Carry you back to your native place" So it's, hang on, John Soon you'll see your native shore And it's, hang on, John You'll see Nantucket's shores once more Well, they sang and they rowed and they sang and sailed Till they spied them a newborn whale And the old man harpooned him in the back Out to sea they hauled their slack And it's, hang on, John Soon you'll see your native shore And it's, hang on, John You'll see Nantucket's shores once more [Instrumental] Well, they had not been sailin' but a month or more "Land ho!" was the old man's happy words And John saw the cliffs risin' from the sea Heard the cry o' Nantucket birds Oh it's, hang on, John Soon you'll see your native shore And it's, hang on, John You'll see Nantucket's shores once more Well, they never stopped when they reached dry ground But they hauled their slack into John's hometown And John got off at his own front door Never saw the old man or the whale anymore Oh it's, hang on, John Soon you'll see your native shore And it's, hang on, John You'll see Nantucket's shores once more