^^^ In eighteen hundred and forty six,
On June the thirteenth day.
Our gallant ship, her anchor aweigh, and for Greenland bore away,
brave boys, and for Greenland bore away.

Well the lookout in the crustrey stood,
with a spyglass in his hand.
There's a whale, a whale,there's a whalefish he cried,
And she blows at every span, brave boys,and she blows at every span.

Our Captain, he stood on the quarterdeck,
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.

Well, we struck that whale and the line gave out,
And she gave a flourish with her tail.
The boat capsised, and we lost four men,
And we never catched that whale,
brave boys, and we never catched that whale.

To lose the men our Captain he said,
Well it grieved his heart full sore.
But Oh to lose such a fine big whale,
Well it grieved him ten times more,
brave boys, well it grieved him ten times more.

Now Greenland is a dreadful place,
It's a place that's never green.
Where there's ice and snow and the whale fishes blow,
And the daylights seldom seen,
brave boys, and the daylights seldom seen

This is called the "Greenland whale fisheries" if it is of any use... I am sure if you surf the web you will get the tune for it...Be Blessed