Greenland Whale Fisheries - Live At The Olympia, Paris / 2012

In 1846
Of March, the eighteenth day
We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast

And for Greenland sailed away, brave boys
And for Greenland sailed away

The lookout, in the crosstrees he stood
With spyglass in his hand
"There's a whale, there's a whale and a whalefish", he cried

"And she blows at every span, brave boys
And she blows at every span"

The captain stood on the quarter deck
The ice was in his eye
Overhaul, overhaul, let your gibsheets fall

And you'll put your boats to sea, brave boys
And you'll put your boats to sea

The harpoon struck, the line played out
With a single flourish of his tail
She capsized the boat, we lost five men

And we did not catch that whale, brave boys
And we did not catch the whale
Yaw!

The losing of those five jolly men
It grieved the captain sore
But the losing of that big whale fish

Now it grieved him ten times more, brave boys
Now it grieved him ten times more

Oh, Greenland is a barren land
A land that bares no green
Where there's ice and snow, and the whalefishes blow

And the daylight's seldom seen, brave boys
And the daylight's seldom seen
Yaw!

Merci
Said "A Pair Of Brown Eyes"