Greenland Whale Fisheries - The John Peel Show, as Pogue Mahone, April 1984, Live

In 1846
 On March the 18th day
 We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast
 And for Greenland sailed away
 Brave boys
 And for Greenland sailed away
 The lookout in the cross-trees stood
 With spyglass in his hand
 "There's a whale, there's a whale
 And a whalefish," he cried
 And she blows at every span
 Brave boys
 And she blows at every span
 The captain stood on the quarter deck
 The ice was in his eye
 Overhaul, overhaul!
 Let your gibsheets fall
 And you'll put your boats to sea
 Brave boys
 And you'll put your boats to sea
 The harpoon struck and the line played out
 With a single flourish of his tail
 He capsized the boat and we lost five men
 And we did not catch the whale
 Brave boys
 And we did not catch the whale
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 The losing of those five jolly men
 It grieved the captain sore
 But the losing of that fine whalefish
 Now, it grieved him ten times more
 Brave boys
 Now, it grieved him ten times more
 Oh, Greenland is a barren land
 A land that bares 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