There's a noble fleet of whalers, they're sailing from Dundee
Manned by British sailors that take them o'er the sea.
On a western ocean passage, we started on the trip
We flew along just like a song on a gallant whaling ship.
Was the second Sunday morning, just after leaving port,
We met a heavy sou'west gale and washed away our boat
It washed away our quarterdeck, our stanchions just as well,
And so we set the whole shabang a floatin' in the gale.
For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free
There's not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea
Can't beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons,
We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John's.
Art Jackman set his canvas, Fair Weather galloped steam
But Captain Guy the daring boy came plunging through the stream
And Mullins in the Husky tried to beat the bloody lot
But to beat the Old Polina was something he could not.
wives
without
where
western
weather
washed
tried
through
whole
terror
sweethearts
sunday
steam
daring
canvas
another
working
could
stream
cheap
ocean
about
bloody
captain
drink
aurora
sails
brought
manned
declare
after
challenged
along
sailing
british
whaling
passage
galloped
plunging
dundee
quarter
whaler
arctic
great
health
heavy
husky
engines
jackman
sailors
leaving
doubt
model
whalers
terra
morning
fleet
noble
something
stanchions
quarterdeck
second
small
gallant
started
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