Paul Clayton – The Greenland Whale Fisheries Lyrics

‘Twas in eighteen hundred and forty-one And of June the thirteenth day That our gallant ship her anchor a-weighed And to Greenland bore away, brave boys To Greenland bore away Now the lookout in the crosstrees stood With his spyglass in his hand “There’s a whale, there’s a whale There’s a whalefish,” he cried “She blows on every strand, brave…

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