Here's a localised version we recorded on our first album 'Where the Whalefish Blow' (Spare Hands)

Tis advertised in Barton
In York and all around
That Hull is wanting seamen
For to go to the whaling ground
    Singing blow ye winds in the morning
    Blow ye winds high ho
    Success to all our harpooners
    And blow boys blow.

We'll take you to the Arctic
And into Baffin Bay
And there you'll see the whalefish blow
Where night is turned to day.

The lookout in the crosstree stands,
He cries out 'There she blows!'
We over with our boats, me boys,
And after her we goes.

The harpooner stands in the bow,
His harpoon in his hand,
The whalefish she is sounding,
But she'll breach at his command.

He shoots his lance into her hide,
And then the line pays out,
The whalefish breaches once again,
Blood shooting from her spout.

And if the whale revive again
She'll take you for a ride,
But we over with our blubberhooks
And rob her of her hide.

We take the blubber up in strips
And stow it down below,
And when the hold is full, me boys,
It's homeward then we go.

And soon we're in the Humber,
And heading up to town,
The lads they jump aboard the ship
And bring the garlands down.

Success unto the Harmony
And all her jolly crew,
A hold that's full of blubber, lads,
And plenty o whalebone too.