Greenland Whale Fisheries - The Weavers

When the whale gets strike and the line run down

And the whale makes a flunder with its tail

And the boat capsized and I lost my darling man

No more no more greenland for you brave boys

No more no more greenland for you

It was in eighteen hundred and fifty three

On june the thirteenth day

That our gallant ship her anchor weighed

And for greenland sailed away brave boys

And for greenland sailed away

The look out on the cross tree stood

With a spyglass in his hand

There's a whale there's a whale

There's a whale fish he cries

She blows out every span brave boys

She blows out every span

We struck that whale and the line paid out

But she made a flunder with her tail

And the boat capsized and four men were drowned

And we never caught that whale brave boys

We never caught that whale

To lose the whale the captain said

It grieves my heart full sore

But to lose four of my gallant mine

It grieves me ten times more brave boys

It grieves me ten time more

Oh greenland is a dreadful place

A land that's never green

Where there's ice and snow and the whale fishes blow

And daylight is seldom seen brave boys

And daylight is seldom seen

When the whale gets strike and the line run down

And the whale makes a flunder with it's tail

And the boat capsized and I lost my darling man

No more no more greenland for you brave boys

No more no more greenland for you