Lyrics
The noble fleet of whalers went sailing from Dundee,
Well-manned by hardy sailors to work upon the sea,
On the Western Ocean passage none with them can compare,
But the smartest ship to make the trip is "Balaena" I declare.
Chorus: The wind is on her quarter her engine working free,
There's not another whaler that sails out from Dundee,
Can beat the old "Balaena" she needs no trial run,
And we challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John.
It happened on a Tuesday three days out of Dundee,
The gale took off her quarter-boat and a couple of men you see,
It battered at her bulwarks her stanchions and her rails,
And left the old "Balaena" boys a-frothing in the gales.
Bold Jackman cut his canvas and fairly raised his steam,
And captain Guy on the "Erin Boy" was ploughing through the stream,
And the noble "Terra Nova" her boilers nearly burst,
But still at the old whaling grounds "Balaena" got there first.
And now the season's over and the ship is full of oil,
Our flying jib boom points for home towards our native soil,
And when that we have landed boys where the rum is very cheap,
We’ll drink success to "Balaena"'s health for getting us over the deep.
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