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Blow Ye Winds!

 

Blow Ye Winds!

(album: Down To The Sea In Ships - 1956)


Blow, ye winds in the morning, and blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear, and blow, ye winds, high-o!

'Tis advertised in Boston, New York and buffalo
Five hundred brave Americans, a-whaling for to go, singing

Blow, ye winds in the morning, and blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear, and blow, ye winds, high-o!

They send you to New Bedord, a famous whaling port
And give you to some land-sharks to board and fit you out

Blow, ye winds in the morning, and blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear, and blow, ye winds, high-o!

They tell you of the clipper-ships-a-going in and out
And say you'll take five hundred sperm before you're six months out

Blow, ye winds in the morning, and blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear, and blow, ye winds, high-o!

It's now we're out to sea, my boys, the wind comes on to blow
One half the watch is sick on deck, the other half below

Blow, ye winds in the morning, and blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear, and blow, ye winds, high-o!

The skipper's on the quarter-deck a-squinting at the sails
When up above the lookout sights a mighty school of whales

Blow, ye winds in the morning, and blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear, and blow, ye winds, high-o!

Then lower down the boats my boys and after him we'll travel
But if you get to nearest fluke he'll pick you through the devil

Blow, ye winds in the morning, and blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear, and blow, ye winds, high-o!

Now we have got him turned up, we tow him alongside
We over with our blubber-hooks and rob him of his hide

Blow, ye winds in the morning, and blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear, and blow, ye winds, high-o!

When we get home, our ship made fast, and we get through our sailing
A winding glass around we'll pass and damn this blubber whaling!

Blow, ye winds in the morning, and blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear, and blow, ye winds, high-o!

done

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