Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Greenland Whale Fisheries (The John Peel Show) [as Pogue Mahone] [April 1984], artist - The Pogues. Album song The BBC Sessions 1984 -1986, in the genre Фолк-рок
Date of issue: 30.11.1987
Record label: Warner Music UK
Song language: English
Greenland Whale Fisheries (The John Peel Show) [as Pogue Mahone] [April 1984] |
In eighteen hundred and forty-six |
And of march the eighteenth day, |
We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast |
And for greenland sailed away, brave boys, |
And for greenland sailed away. |
The lookout in the crosstrees stood |
With spyglass in his hand; |
There’s a whale, there’s a whale, |
And a whalefish he cried |
And she blows at every span, brave boys |
She blows at every span. |
The captain stood on the quarter deck, |
The ice was in his eye; |
Overhaul, overhaul! |
let your gibsheets fall, |
And you’ll put your boats to sea, brave boys |
And you’ll put your boats to sea. |
Our harpoon struck and the line played out, |
With a single flourish of his tail, |
He capsized the boat and we lost five men, |
And we did not catch the whale, brave boys, |
And we did not catch the whale. |
The losing of those five jolly men, |
It grieved the captain sore, |
But the losing of that fine whalefish |
Now it grieved him ten times more, brave boys |
Now it grieved him ten times more. |
Oh greenland is a barren land |
A land that bares no green |
Where there’s ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow |
And the daylight’s seldom seen, brave boys |
And the daylight’s seldom seen. |
'twas in eighteen hundred and fifty-three |
And of june the thirteenth day, |
That our gallant ship her anchor weighed, |
And for greenland bore away, brave boys, |
And for greenland bore away. |
The lookout in the crosstrees stood |
With spyglass in his hand; |
There’s a whale, there’s a whale, |
There’s whalefish he cried |
And she blows at every span, brave boys |
She blows at every span. |
The captain stood on the quarter deck, |
And a fine little man was he; |
Overhaul, overhaul! |
let your davit tackles fall, |
And launch your boats for sea, brave boys |
And launch your boats for sea. |
Now the boats were launched and the men aboard, |
And the whale was full in view. |
Resolved was each seaman bold |
To steer where the whalefish blew, brave boys |
To steer where the whalefish blew. |
We stuck the whale the line paid out, |
But she gave a flourish with her tail, |
The boat capsized and four men were drowned, |
And we never caught that whale, brave boys, |
And we never caught that whale. |
To lose the whale, our captain said, |
It grieves my heart full sore, |
But oh! |
to lose (those) four gallant men |
It grieves me ten times more, brave boys |
It grieves me ten times more. |
The winter star doth now appear, |
So, boys we’ll anchor weight; |
It’s time to leave this cold country |
And homeward bear away, brave boys |
And homeward bear away. |
Oh greenland is a dreadful place |
A land that’s never green |
Where there’s ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow |
And the daylight’s seldom seen brave boys |
But the daylight’s seldom seen. |