The Whale Catchers

It is a music book. On the twenty-third of March, my boys, We hoisted our topsail, Crying, 'Heaven above protect us. With a sweet and a pleasant gale. 'We never was down-hearted Nor let our courage fail. But bore away up to Greenland. For to catch the Greenland whale, For to catch the Greenland whale. And when we came to Greenland. Where the bitter winds doth blow, We tacked about all in the north. Among the frost and snow.