had to transcribe this for a friend, hope it's of use for someone...

BLUBBER LADDIES Harry Robertson

Oh it's sailing oot o Scotland and it's heading south we go
To the cauld Antarctic oceans where the blue and finned whale blaw
And the first time is adventure, you're feeling kindo glad
That you're sailing on a factory ship tae be a blubber lad

Over rattling winches and the icy winds that sigh
"Blubber laddie keep it moving" you can hear the flensers cry

Aye there's men who flense the blubber and whas men who works the saws
For many skills are needed down among the ice and snaws
And the cooker men are clever getting oil frae steam and heat
But the lad who swings the blubber hook is a canny lad to me

Over rattling winches and the icy winds that sigh
"Blubber laddie keep it moving" you can hear the flensers cry

Watch them balance on the rollin' deck where heaps o blubber lie
As they drag the strips o the blubber to the man holes waiting aye
And their hooks are flashing quickly they dance like gimps(?!) o hell
On the bloody freezing deck that reeks o whaling factory smell

Over rattling winches and the icy winds that sigh
"Blubber laddie keep it moving" you can hear the flensers cry

When the seasons work is over and we're back on shore again
And you wonder why the city folk can tell you're whaling men
It's no secret to it shipmate when you see them stand and look
As the laddies walk along the street and swing their blubber hooks

Over rattling winches and the icy winds that sigh
"Blubber laddie keep it moving" you can hear the flensers cry