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Sailor's Treasury, Blow, Ye Winds
Titel:
Sailor's Treasury
Ondertitel:
Blow, Ye Winds
Naam uitgever:
Smithmark Publishers Inc.
Jaar van uitgave:
1991
Omschrijving:
Liedtekst
Taal:
Engels
Aantal pagina's:
428
Paginanummer:
133
Plaats van uitgave:
New York
Auteur:
Frank Shay
Blow, Ye Winds 133
They send you to New Bedford, that famous whaling port. And give you to some land-sharks to board and fit you out.
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!
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.
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.
But as for the provisions, we don't get half enough; A little piece of stinking beef and a blamed small bag of duff.
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.
Next comes the running rigging, which you're all supposed to know;
'TIS "Lay aloft, you son-of-a-gun, or overboard you go!"
The cooper's at the vise-bench, a-making iron poles. And the mate's upon the main hatch a-cursing all our souls.
The Skipper's on the quarter-deck a-squinting at the sails, When up aloft the lookout sights a school of whales.
"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!"
Now we have got him turned up, we tow him alongside; We over with our blubber-hooks and rob him of his hide.
Now the boat-steerer overside the tackle overhauls. The Skipper's in the main-chains, so loudly does he bawl!
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