Oh the ropes were singing in our hands
The soap suds were a rubbing
Upon the decks with our arms and hands
The planks and boards a scrubbing
Gleaming were the gunwales
Taught strung our bright sails
On that morning it was all aboard
The day we went to catch a whale
Oh laddie, bet your britches daddy
Get harpoon and fork or spoon
We're off to land a baddy
Oh Mammy, you sent him off your Sammy
Now he's aboard with a scope and swore he spied a tail
The day we went to catch the whale
As we put out the salty locks
Of seaweed slapped our faces
The flow tide from the Bristol docks
Put us through our paces
Then just between Flatholm and Steepholm
We saw the spraying traces
Of Whale flukes like Royal Dukes
Off to see the races
Oh laddie, bet your britches daddy
Get harpoon and fork or spoon
We're off to land a baddy
Oh Mammy, you sent him off your sonny
Now he's aboard with a scope and swore he spied a tail
We'll never got bored as the seagulls soared
The day we went to catch the whale
As we approached the whales broached
A certain conversation
They gave forth their spume and froth
Like every whale nation
But our boats answered back in a likewise forthright manner
And towed the line of harpoon twine
And rowed out to meet them tongs and hammer
Oh laddie, bet your britches daddy
Get harpoon and fork or spoon we're off to land a baddy
Upon the deck we craned our necks to be first to spy a tail
It all was all aboard, then sally forth
the day we went to catch a whale
The first mate threw his harpoon screw
And it skewered itself in
The Right whale's side but he couldn't abide
The whaleman's avaricious grin
The whale came in, the whale went out
It dove down and pulled us about
The whale went out and it came back in
The day we went to catch a whale
Back and forth the whale fought
In and out the harbour
Never better a whale man's sport
Than for something he must labour
Coming round the headland coming up the leas
We were nearly in Newfoundland
By the time he began to wheeze
Down he dove like a Jove
Then like a Jupiter ascending
He came back up and stove-in
our hull as if to him offending
The captain hopped upon his toes
The first mate danced a jig
To think of all the damaged blows
done to his precious rig
But the devilish whale never left the water
so we never did the tonguing and slaughter
But he beat his tail like a gale
The day we went to catch a whale
Oh laddie, bet your britches daddy
Get harpoon and fork or spoon
We're off to land a baddy
Oh Mammy, you sent him off your Sammy
Now he's aboard with a scope and swore he spied a tail
We'll never get bored as the seagulls soared
The day we went to catch the whale
He towed us back to Bristol docks
And round the rocks of Portishead
In ebb tide we nearly died upon the estuary bed
But the flood of new blood lifted us from our slumber
The whale now freed from seaweed towed on his lumber
Upon the pier, a crowd appeared to cheer us on our return
Seeing our sorry manner they took down their banner to burn
The whales eye did seem to spy our state of poor appraisal
And enjoyed how he had toyed with us by his fierce assail
But his was a tale of a fluke not a fail, for safe back home we'd sailed
And no one railed but drank deep his ale
They day we went to catch the whale
Oh laddie, bet your britches daddy
Get harpoon and fork or spoon
We're off to land a baddy
Oh Mammy, you sent him off your Sammy
Now he's aboard with a scope and swore he spied a tail
We'll never get bored as the seagulls soared
The day we went to catch the whale
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