Greenland Whale Fisheries

When the whale get strike and the line runs out And the whale makes a flounder with its tail And the boat capsized and I lost my darlin' man No more, no more Greenland for you, brave boys No more, no more Greenland for you Twas in eighteen hundred and fifty three On June the thirteenth day That our gallant ship her anchor weighed And for Greenland sailed away, brave boys For Greenland sailed away The lookout on the cross tree stood With a spygla*s in his hand There's a whale, there's a whale, there's a whale fish, he cried And she blows at every span, brave boys She blows at every span Well we struck and whale and the line played out But she gave a flounder with her tail And the boat capsized and four men were drowned And we never caught that whale We never caught that whale Oh, to lose that whale, my captain cried It grieves my heart full sore But to lose four of my gallant men It grieves me ten times more, brave boys It grieves me ten times more Oh, Greenland is a dreadful place It's a land that's never green Where there's ice and snow and the whale fishes blow And daylight's seldom seen, brave boys And daylight's seldom seen When the whale gets strike and the line runs out And the whale makes a flounder with its tail And the boat capsized and I lost my darlin' man No more, no more Greenland for you, brave boys No more, no more Greenland for you