| 'Tis advertised in Boston, New York, and Buffalo a hundred hearty sailors,
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| a whalin' for to go."
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| Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. |
| Haul away your runnin' gear
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| and blow, boys, blow
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| They tell you of the clipper ships a-runnin' in and out. |
| They say you’ll take
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| five hundred whales before you’re six months out
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| Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. |
| Haul away your runnin' gear
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| and blow, boys, blow
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| The skipper’s on the after deck a-squintin' at the sails. |
| When up above the
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| lookout spots a mighty school of whales
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| Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. |
| Haul away your runnin' gear
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| and blow, boys, blow
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| Then lower down the boats, my boys, and after him we’ll travel but if you get
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| too near his tail, he’ll kick you to the devil
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| Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. |
| Haul away your runnin' gear
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| and blow, boys, blow
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| And now that he is ours, my boys, we’ll bring him alongside. |
| Then over with our
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| blubber hooks and rob him of his hide
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| Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. |
| Haul away your runnin' gear
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| and blow, boys, blow
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| When we get home, our ship made fast, and we get through our sailin'.
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| A brimmin' glass around we’ll pass and hang this blubber whalin'
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| Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. |
| Haul away your runnin' gear
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| and blow, boys, blow |