Blow Ye Winds Of Morning (Whaling Song)

(Song begins at 0:53)
A traditional American song about whaling
Rise Up Singing chapter: Seas and Sailors, p.199
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Or in D:
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Here are some slightly different lyrics which I found online here:

'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!

2. They send you to New Bedford, that famous whaling port,
And give you some land-sharks to board and fit you out.

3. They send you to a boarding house, there for a time to dwell;
The thieves they there are thicker than the other side of hell!

4. 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.

5. 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.

6. But as for the provisions,
We don't get half enough;
A little piece of stinking beef
And a blamed small bag of duff.

7. Now comes that damned old compass,
It will grieve your heart full sore.
For theirs is two and thirty points
And we have forty four.

8. Next comes the running rigging,
Which you're all supposed to know;
'Tis "Lay aloft, you son of a gun,
Or overboard you go!"

9. The coopers's at the vise bench,
A-making iron poles,
And the mate's upon the main hatch
A-cursing all our souls.

10. The Skipper's on the quarterdeck
A-squinting at the sails,
When up aloft the lookout sights
A school of whales.

11. "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!"

12. Now we have got him turned up,
We tow him alongside;
We over with our blubber hooks,
And rob him of his hide.

13. Now the boat steerer overside
The tackle overhauls,
The Skipper's in the main-chains,
So loudly does he bawl!

14. 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.

15. Now we are bound into Tonbas,
That blasted whaling port,
And if you run away, my boys,
You surely will get caught.

16. Now we are bound into Tuckoona,
Full more in their power,
Where the skippers can buy the Consul up
For half a barrel of flour!

17. But now that our old ship is full
And we don't give a damn,
We'll bend on all our stu'nsails
And sail for Yankee land.

18. 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!