Lyrics:

'Tis advertised in Boston, New York, and Buffalo a hundred hearty sailors, a whalin' for to go.'

Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow.

They tell you of the clipper ships a-runnin' in and out. They say you'll take five hundred whales before you're six months out.

Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow.

The skipper's on the after deck a-squintin' at the sails. When up above the lookout spots a mighty school of whales.

Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow.

Then lower down the boats, my boys, and after him we'll travel but if you get too near his tail, he'll kick you to the devil.

Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow.

And now that he is ours, my boys, we'll bring him alongside. Then over with our blubber hooks and rob him of his hide.

Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow.

When we get home, our ship made fast, and we get through our sailin'. A brimmin' glass around we'll pass and hang this blubber whalin'.

Blow, ye winds, O' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho. Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow.