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08 Nov 09 - 05:29 AM (#2761971) Subject: Lyr Req: The Greenland Whale - Tamarack From: GUEST,Kees Can anybody help me with the words of "The Greenland Whale" as sung by Tamarack on an their album "Frobisher Bay". This is not the well known "Green Whale Fisheries". Thanks, Kees |
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08 Nov 09 - 05:57 AM (#2761983) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Greenland Whale - Tamarack From: Terry McDonald Possibly the one in the Penguin Book of English Folk Songs where it's called The Whale-Catchers, and recorded by Martin Carthy on his album with Dave Swarbrick, 'Straws in the Wind.' |
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08 Nov 09 - 07:40 AM (#2762029) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Greenland Whale - Tamarack From: Terry McDonald Ignore the above - it's not that one! |
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09 Nov 09 - 12:55 PM (#2762864) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Greenland Whale (from Tamarack) From: Jim Dixon James Gordon wrote THE GREENLAND WHALE. He is a member of Tamarack. THE GREENLAND WHALE is also on James Gordon's solo album "Mining for Gold" (2000). I couldn't find any lyrics or sound files. |
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21 Nov 09 - 06:34 PM (#2770776) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Greenland Whale (from Tamarack) From: GUEST,Kees Thanks Jim for your help. I managed to get the lyrics. Kees |
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22 Nov 09 - 05:28 PM (#2771372) Subject: Lyr Add: THE GREENLAND WHALE From: Dennis the Elder I know of the following version, it certainly is a good song worth singing. THE GREENLAND WHALE It was seventeen hundred and eighty-four On March the seventeenth day We weighed our anchor to our bow And for Greenland bore away brave boys And for Greenland bore away Bold Stevens was our captain's name Our ship called the Lion so bold And our poor souls our anchor away To face the storms and cold brave boys To face the storms and cold Oh when we arrived in that cold country Our goodly ship to moor We wished ourselves safe back again With those pretty girls on shore brave boys With those pretty girls on shore Our boatswain to the main top stand With a spyglass in his hand A whale a whale my lads he cries And she spouts at every span brave boys And she spouts at every span The captain walked the quarter-deck And a jolly little fellow was he Overhaul overhaul your davit tackle fall And we'll launch our boats all three brave boys And we'll launch our boats all three There was harpineery and picaneery And boat steerery also And twelve jolly tars to tug at the oars And a-whaling we all go brave boys And a-whaling we all go We struck that whale and down she went By the flourish of her tail By chance we lost a man overboard And we did not get that whale brave boys And we did not get that whale When this news to our captain came It grieved his heart full sore And for the loss of a 'prentice boy It was half mast colors all brave boys It was half mast colors all It's now cold months is a-coming on No longer can we stay here For the winds do blow and the whales do go And the daylight seldom does appear brave boys And the daylight seldom does appear |
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22 Nov 09 - 06:16 PM (#2771396) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Greenland Whale (from Tamarack) From: Frug OOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhh the memories of singing whalefish songs. A bit different from current curriculum !! Frank |
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14 Nov 12 - 09:24 PM (#3436758) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: The Greenland Whale (from Tamarack) From: GUEST On board the whaling ship True Love In the spring of 1823 From in the riggings up above I bid farewell to my own country O'er the western water we set sail To that land that knows no night The wind it blow a pleasant gale Baffin Island in our sight When we've reached the ice in the Davis Strait Hundred krangs lay on the shoal Oh us whalers could not wait 'til we had flenched a hundred more We came upon a big right whale He spied our ship and swam once round We watched her spout and flip her tail Then she put her head against our bow She pushed us through Lancaster Sound We heard her sing a mournful tune Til our captain he called down All hands on deck, man the harpoons I looked that bowhead in the eye Just as she dived beneath the water How could the value of this prize Ever be worth this cruel slaughter 12 hundred yards of line she took Before she hit the ocean floor When she crashed down our whole ship shook And that proud whale she was no more With a hold full of oil and baleen Soon we'll be home with a year's full pay But I'm haunted still by what I've seen I'll not hunt the Greenland whale again I thought some gentle westerly Somehow carried me far over This cold green sea as in a dream back to those bonnie cliffs of Dover But my eyes were fooling me Baffin's Bay we still did sail It was an iceberg I did see And we still hunt the Greenland whale |