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AMERICAN SEA SONGS.
" Whereaway ? " cried our Captain,
As he sprang up aloft. " Three points on our lee bow,
And scarce two miles off."
" Now trace up your yards, boys,
We '11 fasten anear. Get your lines in your boats,
See your box lines all clear ; Haul back the main yard, boys,
Stand by, each boat's crew, Lower away, lower away,
My brave fellows, do."
" Now, bend to your oars, boys,
Just make the boat fly, But whatever you do, boys,
Keep clear from his eye." The first mate soon struck,
And the whale he went down, While the old man pulled up,
And stood by to bend on.
But the whale soon arose ;
To the windward he lay. We hauled up 'longside,
And he showed us fair play. We caused him to vomit,
Thick blood for to spout, And in less than ten minutes
We rolled him « fin out."
We towed him alongside With many a shout, |
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