Greenland Whale Fisheries
Peter, Paul and Mary
When the whale gets strike and the line runs out And the whale makes a flounder with its tail And the boat cap-sized and I lost my darlin' man No more no more Green-land for you brave boys No more no more Green-land for you 'Twas in eighteen hundred and fifty-three on June the thirteenth day That our gallant ship her anchor weighed And for Greenland sailed away brave boys and for Greenland sail-ed a-way. The lookout on the cross tree stood with a spyglass in his hand "There's a whale there's a whale there's a whalefish" he cried And she blows at every span brave boys She blows at ev-ery span. Well we struck that whale and the line played out But she gave a flounder with her tail And the boat capsized and four men were drowned And we never caught that whale We never caught that whale Oh to lose that whale my captain cried 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 times more Oh Greenland is a dreadful place It's a land that's never green Where there's ice and snow and the whale fishes blow And daylight's seldom seen brave boys And daylight's sel-dom seen When the whale get strike and the line runs out And the whale makes a flounder with its tail