Greenland Whale Fisheries - Traditional

    In eighteen hundred and fifty-six
    On June the 13th day
    Our gallant ship her anchor weighed
    And for Greenland bore away, brave boys
    And for Greenland bore away

    Our lookout on the crosstrees stood
    With a spyglass in his hand
    It's a whale, It's a whale
    It's a whalefish he cried
    And .he blows at every span, bravp boys
    And she blows at every span

    Our captain stood on the quarterdeck
    And a grand old man was he
    Overhaul, overhaul, let your davit tackles fall
    And lower your boats to the sea, brave boys
    And lower your boats to the sea

    We struck that whale and the I ine paid out
    Then he made a flounder with his tall
    And the boat capsized and four men were drowned
    And we never caught that whale, brave boys
    And we never caught that whale

    The losing of those gallant men
    It grieved our captain full sore
    But the losing of that hundred-barrel whale
    It grieved him ten times more, brave boys
    It grieved him ten times more

    Oh, Greenland is an awful place
    A place that's never green
    Where there's ice and snow and the whalefishes blow
    And daylight's seldom seen, brave boys
    And daylight's seldom seen

    Marco Giunco
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