| No more, no more can we stay on shore
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| Gonna work for the company
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| Where there’s ice and there’s snow and the whale-fishes play
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| And the Greenland Fishery, boys
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| The Greenland Fishery
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| The lookout climbed the top mast high
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| With a spyglass in his hand
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| «There's a whale, there’s a whale, there’s a whale-fish,» he cried
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| «And she blows at every span, boys
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| She blows at every span»
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| And the captain stood on the quarterdeck
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| And the ice was in his eye
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| «Overhaul, overhaul, let your davit tackle fall
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| Let your harpoon fly, boys
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| Let your harpoon fly»
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| The harpoon struck and the line played out
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| But the fish gave a flash with the tail
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| And the boats capsized and we lost a dozen men
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| And a hundred barrels of oil, boys
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| A hundred barrels of oil
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| With the losing of a dozen brave men
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| It grieved the company sore
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| But the losing of all those dollars and cents
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| Grieve them ten times more, boys
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| Grieve them ten times more |