'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' gla** around
We'll pa** and hang this blubber whalin'
Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho
Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow