'Tis advertised in Boston New York and Buffalo A hundred hearty sailors A whalin' for to go
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow
They tell you of the clipper ships A-runnin' in and out They say you'll take five hundred whales Before you're six months out
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow
The skipper's on the after deck A-squintin' at the sails When up above the lookout spots A mighty school of whales
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow
Then lower down the boats, my boys And after him we'll travel But if you get too near his tail He'll kick you to the devil
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow
And now that he is ours, my boys We'll bring him alongside Then over with our blubber hooks And rob him of his hide
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow
When we get home, our ship made fast And we get through our sailin' A brimmin' glass around We'll pass and hang this blubber whalin'
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
