Vocals and instrumentation by Steve Swellander
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fiogf49gjkf0d 'Twas in eighteen hundred and fifty-three
And of June the thirteenth day,
Our gallant ship her anchor weighed,
And for Greenland sail away, brave boys,
And for Greenland sail away.
The lookout in the crosstrees stood
With spyglass in his hand;
"There's a whale, there's a whale, there's whalefish!" he cried
"She blows at every span, brave boys,
She blows at every span."
The captain stood on the quarter deck,
And a fine little man was he;
"Overhaul, overhaul! Let your davit tackles fall,
And launch your boats for sea, brave boys
And launch your boats for sea."
The boats were launched with the men aboard,
And the whale was full in view.
Resolved was each seaman bold
To steer where the whalefish blew, brave boys,
To steer where the whalefish blew.
We struck that whale the line played out,
But she gave a flourish with her tail,
The boat capsized and four men were drowned,
And we never caught that whale, brave boys,
And we never caught that whale.
"To lose the whale," our captain said,
"It grieves my heart full sore,
But oh! to lose (those) four gallant men
It grieves me ten times more brave boys,
It grieves me ten times more.
The winter star doth now appear,
So, boys we'll anchor weigh;
It's time to leave this cold country
And homeward bear away, brave boys,
And homeward bear away.
Oh Greenland is a dreadful place
A land that's never green
Where there's ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow
(and the) daylight's seldom seen brave boys
But the daylight's seldom seen."
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