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When the whale gets strike, and the line run down, |
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And the whale makes a flunder with its tail, |
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And the boat capsized, and I lost my darling man; |
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No more, no more Greenland for you, brave boys, |
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No more, no more Greenland for you. |
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It was in eighteen hundred and fifty-three, |
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On June the thirteenth day, |
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That our gallant ship her anchor weighed |
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And for Greenland sailed away, brave boys, |
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And for Greenland sailed away. |
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The lookout on the crosstree stood |
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With a spyglass in his hand. |
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"There's a whale, there's a whale, |
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there's a whalefish," he cries, |
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"She blows out every span, brave boys, |
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She blows out every span." |
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We struck that whale and the line paid out, |
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But she made a flunder with her tail; |
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And the boat capsized and four men were drowned, |
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And we never caught that whale whale, brave boys, |
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We never caught that whale. |
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"To lose the whale," the captain cried, |
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"It grieves my heart full sore; |
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But to lose four of my gallant crew, |
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It grieves me ten times more, brave boys, |
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It grieves me ten time more." |
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Oh, Greenland is a dreadful place, |
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A land that's never green, |
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Where there's ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow, |
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And daylight is seldom seen, brave boys, |
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And daylight is seldom seen. |
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When the whale gets strike, and the line run down, |
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And the whale makes a flunder with its tail, |
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And the boat capsized, and I lost my darling man; |
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No more, no more Greenland for you, brave boys, |
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No more, no more Greenland for you. |
