They took us jolly sailor lads
On the fourth day of August in 1864,
Bound for Greenland we set sail,
Bound for Greenland we set sail.
With a spyglass in his hand
There's a whale, there's a whale,
there's a whale for she cried
And she blows at every span, brave boys
And she blows at every span
And the sword of a man was he
Over haul, over haul, let your gavitacles fall
An d we'll launch them boats to sea,
And we'll launch them boats
Well, we strapped that whale
But she gave a flurry with her tail
And we never caught that whale,
And we never caught that whale
Oh, the losing of seven fine sea men
Well, grieved our captain so,
Oh, it grieved him ten times more,
Oh, it grieved him ten times more.
Oh, Greenland is a horrid place
Where us poor sailors have to go
Where the rose and the lily
And there's only ice and snow, brave boys,