Sea Shanty – Blow Ye Winds – Pyrates!

Sea Shanty – Blow Ye Winds – Pyrates! – Lyrics

Tis advertised in Boston, New York and Buffalo,
A hundred hardy sailors, a-whaling for to go, singing

Blow, ye winds in the morning, And blow, ye winds, high-ho!
Haul away your running gear, And blow, boys, Blow!

They send you to New Bedford, that famous whaling port,
They 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.

And now we’re out to sea, my boys, the wind comes on to blow;
and half the watch is sick on deck, the other half below.

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 captains’ on the quarter-deck a-squinting at the sails,
When up aloft the lookout sights a mighty school of whales.

It’s lower down 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!”

And now that she is ours my boys, we’ll bring her alongside;
and over with our blubber-hooks and rob her of her hide.

When we get home, our ship made fast, and we get through our sailing,
A brimming glass around we’ll pass and damn this blubber whaling!