Blow Ye Winds

C

'Tis advertised in Boston, New York and Buffalo,

F C D G

five hundred brave Americans awaling for to go, singing

C

Blow, ye winds, in the morning, blow, ye winds, hey-ho,

F C G7 C

haul away your running gear, and blow ye winds, hey-ho.

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

and give you to some landsharks to board and fit you out, singing:

Blow, ye winds...

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

and say you'll take five hundred sperm before you're six months out, singing:

Blow, ye winds...

D

And now we're out to sea, my boys, the wind comes on to blow;

G D E A7

one half the watch is sick on deck, the other half below, singing:

Blow, ye winds...

The skipper's on the quarterdeck a-squintin' at the sails,

when up above the look up sights a mighty school of whales, singing:

Blow, ye winds...

E

Then lower down the boats, my boys, and after him we'll travel,

A E F# H

but if you go too near his fluke he'll kick you to the devil, singing:

Blow, ye winds...

And now that he is ours, my boys, we'll tow him alongside;

then over with our blubber-hooks and rob him of his hide, singing:

||: Blow, ye winds...:||

En sang om hvalfangerskibe og deres besætninger. Oprindelsen fortaber sig i historien.

The Pure Malt Songbook

David Fønsbo

2005-01-23T13:49:01