blow ye winds in the morning
blow ye winds in the morning:
traditional song
song sample:
lyrics:
'Tis advertised in Boston,
New York and Buffalo,
Five hundred brave Americans,
A-whaling for to go, singing,
Chorus:
Blow, ye winds in the morning,
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear,
And blow, boys, blow!
They send you to New Bedford,
That famous whaling port,
And give you some land-sharks
To board and fit you out.
They tell you of the clipper ships
going in and out,
And say you'll take five hundred sperm
Before you're six months out.
It's now we're out to sea, my boys,
The wind comes on to blow;
One half the watch is sick on deck,
The other half below.
But as for the provisions,
We don't get half enough;
A little piece of stinking beef
And a blamed small bag of duff.
Next comes the running rigging,
Which you're all supposed to know;
" Lay aloft, you son of a gun,
Or overboard you go!"
The Skipper's on the quarterdeck
A-squinting at the sails,
up aloft the lookout sights
A school of spouting whales.
"Now clear away the boats, my boys,
And after him we'll travel,
But if you get too near his fluke,
He'll kick you to the devil!"
Now we have got him turned up,
We tow him alongside;
We over with our blubber hooks,
And rob him of his hide.
Next comes the stowing down, my boys,
'Twill take both night and day,
And you'll all have fifty cents apiece
On the hundred and ninetieth lay.
When we get home, our ship made fast,
And we get through our sailing,
A winding glass around we'll pass
And damn this blubber whaling!
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