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The Greenland Fishery
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N seventeen hundred and ninety-four, On March the twentieth day ; We hoist our colours to the mast,
And for Greenland bore away, brave boys i And for Greenland bore away.
II We were twelve gallant men aboard,
And to the North did steer: Old England left we in our wake— We sailors knew no fear, brave boys ! We sailors knew no fear.
in Our boatswain to the mast-hes d went,
Wi' a spy glass in his hand ; He cries, f A whale ! a whale doth blow, She blows at every span, brave boys .' She blows at every span.'
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Our Captain on the master deck
(A very good man was he), ' Overhaul ! overhaul ! let the boat tackle fall,
And launch your boat to sea, brave boys ! And launch your boat to sea.'
v Our boat being launch'd, and all hands in,
The whale was full in view; Resolved was then each seaman bold
To steer where the whale-fish blew, brave boys ! To steer where the whale-fish blew.
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