Greenland Fishery daylight's seldom seen, brave boys, And the
(Peter Paul & Mary) daylight's seldom seen."
'Twas eighteen hundred and sixty-one, On March
the eighteenth day, We hoisted our colors to the
top of the mast, And from England bore away,
brave boys, And from England bore a-way.
Our captain stood on the quarterdeck, With a
spyglass in his hand, "It's a whale, and a
whale, and a whalefish," cried he, Where she
blows at every span, brave boys, where she blows
at every span.
Then the boats were launched and the men on
board, With the whalefish well in view, And
well-prepared were all our jolly shipmates For
to strike where the whalefish blew, brave boys,
For to strike where the whalefish blew.
Then the whale was struck and the line played
out, But he gave such a flourish with his tail,
He capsized our boat, and we lost five men, And
we never did catch that whale, brave boys, And
we never did catch that whale.
Well, then, the loss of that whalefish, It
grieved our hearts full sore, But oh! The loss
of our five shipmates, That grieved us ten times
more, brave boys, That grieved us ten times more.
"Up anchor, up anchor," our captain cried, "Let
us leave this cold country, Where the storm and
the snow and the whalefish do blow, And the