1. In eighteen hundred and forty-nine,
On March the seventeenth day,
We hoisted our colors to our topmast high
And for Greenland bore away, brave boys,
And for Greenland bore away.
2. And when we reached that icy shore
With our gallant ship in full fold,
We wished ourselves safe at home again,
With our friends all on the shore, brave boys,
With our friends all on the shore.
3. Our captain stood on the fo’cas’le head
With his spyglass in his hand.
“There’s a whale, there’s a whale,
there’s a whale,” cries he,
“And it blows on every span, brave boys,
And it blows on every span.”
4. And when this whale we did harpoon,
He gave one slap with his tail,
He upset the boat, we lost five of our crew,
Neither did we catch that whale, brave boys,
Neither did we catch that whale.
5. “Bad news, bad news,” our captain, he cried,
For it grieved his heart in full store,
But the losing of that hundred barrel whale,
It grieved him ten times more, brave boys,
It grieved him ten times more.
6. “Then hoist your anchors and away,” cries he,
“Let us leave this cold country,
Where the whalefish does grow and the stormy
winds do blow,
And daylight’s seldom seen, brave boys,
And daylight’s seldom seen.”