| When the whale gets striked and the line run down
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| And the whale makes a flunder with his tail
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| And the boat capsized and I lost my darlin' man
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| No more no more Greenland for you brave boys
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| No more no more Greenland for you
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| 'Twas in eighteen hundred and sixty three
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| Of June the thirteenth day
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| That our gallant ship her anchor weighed
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| And for Greenland bore away brave boys
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| For Greenland bore away
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| The look-out in the crosstree stood
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| With a spy-glass 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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| She blows at every span brave boys
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| She blows at every span
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| Well we struck that whale and the line paid out
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| But she made a flunder with her tail
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| The boat capsized and I lost my darlin' man
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| And we never caught that whale brave boys
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| We never caught that whale
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| Oh Greenland is a dreadful place
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| A land that’s never green
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| Where there’s ice and snow and the whale-fishes blow
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| And daylight’s seldom seen brave boys
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| And daylight’s seldom seen |