| Fifty-six I sailed on board
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| A ship called Byron One
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| She’s carried trawler men on deck
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| And a harpoon whaling gun
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| Oh you trawler men, come on
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| Forget your snapper and your prawn
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| For it’s out of Ballina we’ll sail
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| Fishing for the humpback whale
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| A tractor for a whale winch
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| And the ship’s an old Fairmile
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| Twin diesels turn the screws around
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| She’ll whale in a fine old style
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| Oh you trawler men, come on
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| Forget your snapper and your prawn
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| For it’s out of Ballina we’ll sail
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| Fishing for the humpback whale
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| Keep a sharp look-out me lads
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| The whale he’s on the run
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| And we’ll drive him into Byron Bay
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| And we’ll shoot him with our guns
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| Oh you trawler men, come on
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| Forget your snapper and your prawn
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| For it’s out of Ballina we’ll sail
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| Fishing for the humpback whale
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| The harpoon and the line fly through
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| Very deep into the whale
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| She split the timbers of the ship
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| With a flurry of her tail
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| Oh you trawler men, come on
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| Forget your snapper and your prawn
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| For it’s out of Ballina we’ll sail
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| Fishing for the humpback whale
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| The rigging struts are snapped in two
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| We reel beneath the blow
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| The gunner fires a killer shot
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| And that humpback sank below
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| Oh you trawler men, come on
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| Forget your snapper and your prawn
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| For it’s out of Ballina we’ll sail
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| Fishing for the humpback whale
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| Make her tail fast to the bows
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| We’ve got no time for bed
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| For four and twenty hours each day
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| We kept that factory fed
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| Oh you trawler men, come on
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| Forget your snapper and your prawn
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| For it’s out of Ballina we’ll sail
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| Fishing for the humpback whale
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| The flensing men upon the land
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| Some had been jackaroos
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| They skin the blubber from the whales
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| Like they’re skinning kangaroos
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| Oh you trawler men, come on
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| Forget your snapper and your prawn
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| For it’s out of Ballina we’ll sail
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| Fishing for the humpback whale
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| A hundred whales and then fifty more
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| Through the factory we did send
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| And then the orders came — knock off me lads
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| Your season’s at an end
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| Oh you trawler men, come on
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| Forget your snapper and your prawn
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| For it’s out of Ballina we’ll sail
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| Fishing for the humpback whale
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| Back into Ballina we steered
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| Tied up and stowed the gear
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| All hands headed for the pub
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| And we filled ourselves with beer
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| Oh you trawler men, come on
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| Forget your snapper and your prawn
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| For it’s out of Ballina we’ll sail
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| Fishing for the humpback whale |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Humpback Whale , by - Richard Shindell. Song from the album South Of Delia, in the genre Американская музыка