(GilbertHaysHellermanSeeger)

When the whale get strike and the line runs out

And the whale makes a flunder with its tail

And the boat capsized and I lost my darlin' man

No more, no more Greenland for you, brave boys

No more, no more Greenland for you



Twas in eighteen hundred and fifty three,

on June the thirteenth day

That our gallant ship her anchor weighed

And for Greenland sailed away, brave boys,

And for Greenland sailed away.



The lookout on the crosstree stood

With a spyglass in his hand

There's a whale, there's a whale, there's a whalefish, he cried

And she blows at every span, brave boys

She blows at every span!



Well we struck that whale and the line played out

But she gave a flunder with her tail

And the boat capsized and four men were drowned

And we never caught that whale,

We never caught that whale.



Oh, to lose that whale, my captain cried,

It grieves my heart full sore

But to lose four of my gallant men

It grieves me ten times more, brave boys,

It grieves me ten times more!



Oh, Greenland is a dreadful place

It's a land that's never green

Where there's ice and snow and the whalefishes blow

And daylight's seldom seen, brave boys

And daylight's seldom seen



When the whale gets strike, and the line runs out

And the whale makes a flunder with its tail

And the boat capsized and I lost my darlin' man

No more, no more Greenland for you, brave boys.

No more, no more Greenland for you.