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Greenland Whale Fisheries

	作词：Traditional
	作曲：Traditional
	In eighteen hundred and forty-six
	And of March the eighteenth day,
	We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast
	And for Greenland sailed away, brave boys,
	And for Greenland sailed away.
	The lookout in the crosstrees stood
	With spyglass in his hand;
	There's a whale, there's a whale,
	And a whalefish he cried
	And she blows at every span, brave boys
	She blows at every span.
	The captain stood on the quarter deck,
	The ice was in his eye;
	Overhaul, overhaul! Let your gibsheets fall,
	And you'll put your boats to sea, brave boys
	And you'll put your boats to sea.
	Our harpoon struck and the line played out,
	With a single flourish of his tail,
	He capsized the boat and we lost five men,
	And we did not catch the whale, brave boys,
	And we did not catch the whale.
	The losing of those five jolly men,
	It grieved the captain sore,
	But the losing of that fine whalefish
	Now it grieved him ten times more, brave boys
	Now it grieved him ten times more.
	Oh Greenland is a barren land
	A land that bares no green
	Where there's ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow
	And the daylight's seldom seen, brave boys
	And the daylight's seldom seen.

	zuò cí: Traditional
	zuò qǔ: Traditional
	In eighteen hundred and fortysix
	And of March the eighteenth day,
	We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast
	And for Greenland sailed away, brave boys,
	And for Greenland sailed away.
	The lookout in the crosstrees stood
	With spyglass in his hand
	There' s a whale, there' s a whale,
	And a whalefish he cried
	And she blows at every span, brave boys
	She blows at every span.
	The captain stood on the quarter deck,
	The ice was in his eye
	Overhaul, overhaul! Let your gibsheets fall,
	And you' ll put your boats to sea, brave boys
	And you' ll put your boats to sea.
	Our harpoon struck and the line played out,
	With a single flourish of his tail,
	He capsized the boat and we lost five men,
	And we did not catch the whale, brave boys,
	And we did not catch the whale.
	The losing of those five jolly men,
	It grieved the captain sore,
	But the losing of that fine whalefish
	Now it grieved him ten times more, brave boys
	Now it grieved him ten times more.
	Oh Greenland is a barren land
	A land that bares no green
	Where there' s ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow
	And the daylight' s seldom seen, brave boys
	And the daylight' s seldom seen.