The Greenland Whale Fisheries - Pete Seeger

When the whale gets striked and the line run down

And the whale makes a flunder with his tail

And the boat capsized and I lost my darlin' man

No more no more Greenland for you brave boys

No more no more Greenland for you

'Twas in eighteen hundred and sixty three

Of June the thirteenth day

That our gallant ship her anchor weighed

And for Greenland bore away brave boys

For Greenland bore away

The look-out in the crosstree stood

With a spy-glass in his hand

There’s a whale there’s a whale there’s a whale-fish he cried

She blows at every span brave boys

She blows at every span

Well we struck that whale and the line paid out

But she made a flunder with her tail

The boat capsized and I lost my darlin' man

And we never caught that whale brave boys

We never caught that whale

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’s seldom seen brave boys

And daylight’s seldom seen