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THE WHALE CATCHERS On the twenty-third of March, my boys, We hoisted our topsail, Crying, "Heav'n above protect us With a sweet and a pleasant gale." We never was down-hearted Nor let our courage fail But bore away up to Greenland For to catch the Greenland whale, For to catch the Greenland whale. And when we came to Greenland Where the bitter winds did blow, We tacked about all in the north Among the frost and snow. Our finger-tops were frozen off, And likewise our toe-nails, As we crawled on the deck, my boys, Looking out for the Greenland whale Looking out for the Greenland whale. And when we came to Imez, Where the mountains flowed with snow, We tacked about all in the north Till we heard a whalefish blow. And when we catch this whale, brave boys, Homeward we will steer. We'll make the valleys ring, my boys, A-drinking of strong beer. We'll make those lofty alehouses In London town to roar; And when our money is all gone, To Greenland go for more, To Greenland go for more. From the Penguin Book of English Folksongs, Williams and LLoyd Recorded by John Faulkner on Kind Providence Note: According to LLoyd, who should know, this is not a variant of Greenland Whale Fishery. @sailor @whaling @work filename[ WHALCTCH TUNE FILE: WHALCTCH CLICK TO PLAY RG |
The Whale-Catchers (from The Penguin Book Of English Folk Songs) |
