Lyrics:
If I had the wings of a gull me boys, Id spread them and fly homeId leave old Greenlands icy ground for of right whales there is noneAnd the weathers rough and the winds do blow and theres little comfort hereId sooner be snug in an Edinburg pub a-drinking of strong beerOh a man must be mad or want money bad to venture catching whalesFor he may be drowned when the whale turns around or his head be smashed by the tailThough the work seems grand to the young green hand and his heart is high when he goesIn a very short burst youll hear the curse and the cry of 'There she blows'Now there she blows againThis fight is all insaneIts time for mutinyTo end this miserySo take me home where I belongI wont go on with sth. wrongDont count on me and set me freeIts time to end that miseryAll hands on deck now for Gods sake, move briskly if you canAnd you stumble on deck both dizzy and sick, and for the life you dont give a damnAnd high overhead the great fish sped and the mate gave the whale the ironAnd soon the blood in a purple flood from the spout whole comes a-flyingThese trails we bear for nigh four years till the ship she points for homeWere due for our toil a bonus on the oil and an equal share of the boneWhen we go to the agent to settle for the trip when we find weve cause to lamentFor we slaved away four years of our lives and earned about three pounds ten