Greenland Whale Fisheries - The Weavers Written by：The Weavers When the whale gets strike And the line run down And the whale makes a flunder with it's tail And the boat capsized And I lost my darling man
No more no more
Greenland for you
Brave boys
No more no more Greenland for you
Was in eighteen hundred and fifty three Of June the thirteenth day
That our gallant ship her anchor weighed And for greenland sailed away brave boys And for greenland sailed away
The lookout on the crosstree stood With a spyglass in his hand
There's a whale there's a whale There's a whalefish he cries She blows out every span brave boys She blows out every span
We struck that whale and the line paid out But she made a flunder with her tail
And the boat capsized then four men were drowned And we never caught that whale brave boys We never caught that whale
To lose the whale the captain said
It grieves my heart full sore
But to lose four of my gallant men
It grieves me ten times more brave boys It grieves me ten time more Oh greenland is a dreadful place A land that's never green
Where there's ice and snow and the whalefishes blow And daylight's seldom seen brave boys And daylight's seldom seen When the whale gets strike
And the line run down And the whale makes a flunder with it's tail
