When the w hale gets strike and the line runs out
And the w hale makes a f lounder with its t ail
And the b oat cap-s ized and I l ost my darlin' m an
N o more n o more Green-l and for y ou brave b oys
N o more n o more Green-l and for y ou
'Twas in e ighteen h undred and f ifty-three on June the t hirteenth d ay
That our g allant s hip her a nchor w eighed
And for G reenland s ailed awa y brave boys
and for G reenland s ail-ed a-w ay.
The lo okout o n the c ross tree stood with a spyglass i n his h and
"Th ere's a whale th ere's a whale there's a whalefish" he cried
And she b lows at e very s pan brave boys
She b lows at e v-er y sp an.
Well we s truck that w hale and the l ine played out
But she gave a f lounder with her t ail
And the b oat caps ized and f our men were d rowned
And we n ever c aught that w hale
We n ever c aught th at w hale
Oh to l ose that w hale my c aptain cried
It grieves my h eart full s ore
But to l ose four o f my g allant m en
It g rieves me t en times m ore brave boys
It g rieves me t en ti mes m ore
Oh G reenland is a d readful p lace
It's a land that's n ever g reen
Where there's i ce and s now and the w hale fishes b low
And d aylight's s eldom s een brave boys
And d aylight's s el-do m se en
When the w hale get s trike and the l ine runs o ut
And the w hale makes a f lounder with its t ail