Greenland Fishery                                     daylight's seldom seen, brave boys, And the       
(Peter Paul & Mary)                                   daylight's seldom seen."                          
                                                                                                        
'Twas eighteen hundred and sixty-one, On March                                                          
the eighteenth day, We hoisted our colors to the                                                        
top of the mast, And from England bore away,                                                            
brave boys, And from England bore a-way.                                                                
                                                                                                        
Our captain stood on the quarterdeck, With a                                                            
spyglass in his hand, "It's a whale, and a                                                              
whale, and a whalefish," cried he, Where she                                                            
blows at every span, brave boys, where she blows                                                        
at every span.                                                                                          
                                                                                                        
Then the boats were launched and the men on                                                             
board, With the whalefish well in view, And                                                             
well-prepared were all our jolly shipmates For                                                          
to strike where the whalefish blew, brave boys,                                                         
For to strike where the whalefish blew.                                                                 
                                                                                                        
Then the whale was struck and the line played                                                           
out, But he gave such a flourish with his tail,                                                         
He capsized our boat, and we lost five men, And                                                         
we never did catch that whale, brave boys, And                                                          
we never did catch that whale.                                                                          
                                                                                                        
Well, then, the loss of that whalefish, It                                                              
grieved our hearts full sore, But oh! The loss                                                          
of our five shipmates, That grieved us ten times                                                        
more, brave boys, That grieved us ten times more.                                                       
                                                                                                        
"Up anchor, up anchor," our captain cried, "Let                                                         
us leave this cold country, Where the storm and                                                         
the snow and the whalefish do blow, And the