Lyrics

The Bold Fisherman [Instrumental] The Weary Whaling Grounds [Verse] [?] And the wind was rough, and the wind do blow As [?] I would sooner be stuck in a [?] A drinkin' of drunk men Oh, a man must be mad, or one funny bard To [?] catching whales For we may be drowned when the fish comes around Or our skulls be smashed by its tail Though the word seems grand to thy hungry man And it's heart is [?] In a very short burst, [?] hear a curse As the cry of "there she blows" All hands on deck, now for God's sake Move briskly if you can And he stumbles on deck, so dizzy and sick For his life he don't give a damn And high overhead, the great [?] spread And [?] And soon the blood in a purple flood From the spout o-comes a-flyin' Well, these trials we bear for night for you Till the flying ship points for home We're supposed for our toil to get a bonus of the oil And an equal share of the bone But we go to the agent to settle for the trip And we find we've [gots ?] to repent For we've saved away four years of our life And earnt about three pound ten The Bold Benjamin [Instrumental] The Herring's Head [Verse] Ooh, oh, what will we do? With th'old herring's head We'll make it in [?] Herring's head and loaves of bread And all such things as that The Waves on the Shore [Instrumental] [Vocalising] [Instrumental]