The Greenland Whale Fisheries (Traditional) Hamish, Derek, Ian line-up, though only Derek sings.
In eighteen hundred and twenty-four
On March the eighteenth day,
We hoist our colors to the top of the mast
And to Greenland sailed away, brave boys,
And to Greenland sailed away.
Now the lookout, on the mainmast stood
With spyglass in his hand;
There's a whale, there's a whale,
A whalefish he cried
And she blows at every span, brave boys
And she blows at every span.
Now the harpoon struck and the lines played out,
But she gave such a flourish with her tail,
She capsized our boat and we lost five men,
And we could not catch that whale, brave boys,
And we could not catch that whale.
Oh Greenland is a barren place
It's a place that bears 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