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'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