Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - Whalecatchers | Текст песни

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On the twenty-third of March, me boys,
From England we set sail,
Crying, “Heaven above protect us
With a sweet and a pleasant gale.”
We never was downhearted, boys,
Nor let our courage fail,
For we bore off up to Greenland
$#119046; Looking out for Greenland whale. $#119047;

And when that we come to Greenland
Where the icy winds do blow,
We tacked about all in the north
All among the frost and snow.
Our finger-tips were frozen off
And likewise our toe-nails,
As we crawled on deck, my boys,
$#119046; Looking out for Greenland whale. $#119047;

And when that we come to Imez
Where the mountains flowed with snow,
We tacked about all in the north,
Till we see the whalefish blow
And when we catch that whale, my boys,
Then homeward we will steer.
We'll make those valleys ring, my boys,
All a-drinking of strong beer,
We'll make those lofty ale-houses
In London town to roar.
And when that our money is all gone
$#119046; To Greenland go for more. $#119047;

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