Greenland Whale Fisheries (Live At The Olympia, Paris / 2012)

In 1846

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 he 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

And 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

The harpoon struck, the line played out

With a single flourish of his tail

She capsized the boat, we lost five men

And we did not catch that whale, brave boys

And we did not catch the whale

Yaw!

The losing of those five jolly men

It grieved the captain sore

But the losing of that big whale fish

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

Yaw!

Merci

Said "A Pair Of Brown Eyes"