They took us jolly sailor lads a fishing for the whale
On the fourth day of August in 1864 bound for Greenland,
we set sail.....

And then there's.....

High on the storm torn coast of Iceland, February 68
Ross Clevland out of Hull lay hiding,
with anxious eyes, her skipper waits..

These songs are more to do with the sea, but never mind, they still mention months.

WR