Greenland Whale Fishery The Dubliners

Twas in eighteen hundred andfifty-three
And of June the thirteenth day
That ourgallant ship heranchor weighed
And for greenland bore away, brave boys
And for greenland bore 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
And 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

Now the boats were launched and the men aboard
And the whale was full in view
Resolv-ed was each seaman bold
To steer where the whalefish blew, brave boys
To steer where the whalefish blew
We stuck the whale the line paid out
But she gave a flourish with her tail
And we never caught that whale, brave boys
And we never caught that whale