Blow Ye Winds

These lyrics have been tailored somewhat to fit the Renaissance Faire.

‘Tis advertised in Dublin, Yorkshire, and ol’ Glasgo,
A hundred brave seafarin’ lads a whalin’ for to go

(Chorus)
Singin’ Blow ye winds in the mornin’
Blow ye winds, High Ho!
Clear away your runnin’ gear
And blow winds blow

They send you to a boarding house, there for a time to dwell,
The thieves they are there thicker than the other side of hell!

(Chorus)

It’s then we’re out to sea, me boys, the wind comes on to blow,
One half the watch is sick on deck, the other half below!

(Chorus)

The Skipper’s on the quarter deck a squintin’ at the sails,
When up aloft the lookout sights a mighty school of whales!

(Chorus)

The cooper’s at the vise-bench, a makin’ iron poles,
And the mate’s upon the main-hatch, a cursin’ all our souls!

(Chorus)

I once harpooned a whale lads, and it was fat and smelly
But I made a big mistake, it was just ol’ Scratcher’s belly!

(Chorus)

When we get home, our ship made fast, and we get through our sailin’
A winding glass around we’ll pass, and damn this blubber whalin’!

(Chorus)

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