Greenland Whale Fisheries - Peter, Paul and Mary

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 lookout on the crosstree stood

With a spyglass in his hand

«There's a whale, there’s a whale

There’s a whalefish,» 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 whale, brave boys

We never caught that whale

«To lose the whale,» the captain cried

«It grieves my heart full sore;

But to lose four of my gallant crew

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 whalefishes 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 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