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An Anonymous Worker

"Blow Ye Winds in the Morning" (karaoke)

"Blow Ye Winds in the Morning" (sheet music)


‘Tis advertised in Boston, New York, and Buffalo,

Five hundred brave Americans a-whaling for to go.

Singing, blow ye winds in the morning.

Blow ye winds high-o!

Clear away your running gear

And blow, boys, blow!

 

They send you to New Bedford, that famous whaling port,

And give you to some land-sharks to board and fit you out.

Singing, blow ye winds in the morning.

Blow ye winds high-o!

Clear away your running gear

And blow, boys, blow!

 

They tell you of the clipper-ships a-going in and out

And say you’ll take five hundred sperm before you’re six months out.

Singing, blow ye winds in the morning.

Blow ye winds high-o!

Clear away your running gear

And blow, boys, blow!

 

It’s now we’re out to sea, my boys, the wind comes on to blow.

One-half the watch is sick on deck; the other half, below.

Singing, blow ye winds in the morning.

Blow ye winds high-o!

Clear away your running gear

And blow, boys, blow!

 

But as for the provisions, we don’t get half enough:

A little piece of stinking beef and a blamed small bag of duff.

Singing, blow ye winds in the morning.

Blow ye winds high-o!

Clear away your running gear

And blow, boys, blow!

 

Next comes the running rigging, which you’re all supposed to know.

‘Tis “Lay aloft, you son-of-a-gun, or overboard you go!”

Singing, blow ye winds in the morning.

Blow ye winds high-o!

Clear away your running gear

And blow, boys, blow!

 

The skipper’s on the quarterdeck a-squinting at the sails

When up aloft the lookout sights a school of spouting whales.

Singing, blow ye winds in the morning.

Blow ye winds high-o!

Clear away your running gear

And blow, boys, blow!

 

“Now, clear away the boats, my boys, and after him we’ll travel.

But if you get too near his fluke, he’ll kick you to the devil!”

Singing, blow ye winds in the morning.

Blow ye winds high-o!

Clear away your running gear

And blow, boys, blow!

 

Now, we have got him turned up; we tow him alongside.

We over with our blubber hooks and rob him of his hide.

Singing, blow ye winds in the morning.

Blow ye winds high-o!

Clear away your running gear

And blow, boys, blow!

 

Next comes the stowing down, my boys; ‘twill take both night and day.

And you’ll all have fifty cents apiece on the hundred-and-ninetieth lay.

Singing, blow ye winds in the morning.

Blow ye winds high-o!

Clear away your running gear

And blow, boys, blow!

 

When we get home our ship made fast, and we get through our sailing,

A winding glass around we’ll pass and damn this blubber whaling!

Singing, blow ye winds in the morning.

Blow ye winds high-o!

Clear away your running gear

And blow, boys, blow!


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