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Lyr Req: Weary Whaling Grounds

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WINGS OF A GULL


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Dennis the Elder 29 Dec 04 - 02:10 PM
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Subject: Lyr Req: Weary Whaling Grounds
From: Dennis the Elder
Date: 29 Dec 04 - 02:10 PM

A friend has lost the words for this one he used to sing , can anyone help


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Subject: Lyr Add: THE WEARY WHALING GROUNDS
From: MMario
Date: 29 Dec 04 - 02:15 PM

THIS one?

But more likely this one


THE WEARY WHALING GROUNDS
Trad - Arranged A. L. Lloyd

If I had the wings of a gull, me boys,
I would spread 'em and fly home.
I'd leave old Greenland's icy grounds
For of right whales there is none.

And the weather's rough and the winds do blow
And there's little comfort her.
I'd sooner be snug in a Deptford pub,
A-drinkin' of strong beer.

Oh, a man must be mad or want money bad
To venture catchin' whales.
For we may be drowned when the fish turns around
Or our head be smashed by his tail.

Though the work seems grand to the young green hand,
And his heart is high when he goes,
In a very short burst he'd as soon hear a curse
As the cry of: "There she blows!"

"All hands on deck now, for God's sake,
Move briskly if you can."
And he stumbles on deck, so dizzy and sick;
For his life he don't give a damn.

And high overhead the great flukes spread,
And the mate gives the whale the iron,
And soon the blood in a purple flood
From the spout-hole comes a-flying!

Well, these trials we bear for night four year,
Till the flying jib points for home.
We're supposed for our toil to get a bonus of the oil,
And an equal share of the bone.

But we go to the agent to settle for the trip,
And we've find we've cause to repent.
For we've slaved away four years of our life
And earned about three pound ten.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Weary Whaling Grounds
From: Dennis the Elder
Date: 29 Dec 04 - 02:23 PM

The second is the one, many thanks,

Denn


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