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WITH THE ANTARCTIC FLEET (Harry Robertson) I went down south a while ago To the land of ice and snow And 20 pound a month for that Was all I had to show They fed me on some pork and beans Stewed up in a pan I wished that I was back at home In dear old Glasgow town cho: Hey Oh Whale O With the Antarctic fleet I got a drip upon me nose And I'm frozen in me feet South Georgia is an island It is a whaling base And only men who hunt for whales Would live in such a place There's little entertainment there Unless you drink home brew And then we'd have some singin' We'd have some fightin' , too Our gunner came from Norway Like many of our crew While other spoke with gentle brogues Like Scotsmen often do But when the ship was closin' in To make the bloody kill The Scots and the Norwegians worked Together with a will We sailed into the Weddell Sea Where big blues can be found We spent some time a huntin' whales We chased them round and round And when the whales grew tired And they stopped to take a breath Our gunners shot harpoons in them 'Til they lay still in death It's twenty years since I was there I won't go back again I didn't like the climate but I liked the whalin' men But now even on a sunny day When I'm walkin' down the street I've got a drip upon me nose And I've still got frozen feet note: imperfectly remembered from performances by Schooner's Crew David Lovine, Pat Thompson, Tony Latimer Harry Robertson is the author of a book, "Of Whales and Men" @sailor @antarctic @whaling filename[ ANTARFLT SGL APR99 |
With the Antarctic Fleet [Harry Robertson] |
