Now I'm leaving old England, the land that I love,
And I'm bound out far across the sea.
Oh I'm bound to Australia, the land of the free,
Where there will be a welcome for me.
So fill up your glasses and drink what you please,
For no matter's the damage, oh, I'll pay;
So be aisy and free whilst you're drinking with me,
Sure, I'm the man you don't meet every day.
Now when I boarded my ship for to go
She was looking all snug and trim;
For I landed aboard with my bag and baggage,
And the mate he told me just where to go.
Now down to Gravesend, oh, soon we did go,
And the customs they came on board,
And inspected us all and called out our names:
There was girls and boys all galore.
They let go of us and we soon sailed away
Down to the Nore and around.
Oh, the Foreland's in sight, oh, it became late at night,
But I was the man they didn't meet every day.
Now we sailed down the Channel of old England, and away
To the Ushant and far across the bay;
Oh, out into the Roaring Forties did stay,
And it's here were our westerly winds.
Now I'll never forget the look on the Old Man's face
As he roared: 'All stuns'ls we'll set.'
Oh, we're bound to the island of St. Helena,
And around the cape of Good Hope we will get.
Now I ofttimes have wondered just what he meant
When he roared like a bull to the mate;
But the mate understood, and soon they were bound.
We're the men you don't meet every day.
We rounded the Cape with a fair wind abaft,
And soon we were running our easting down.
We were bound to the Semaphore and the southern shores,
And good lord, how the wind did roar.
Now we got round the Heads and into Sydney harbour,
Where the bays are all fine to look upon.
Oh the doctor he came on board and examined us,
And, 'What a fine crowd', the words he did say.
Now I've worked hard in Australia for thirty long years,
And today, sure, I'm homeward bound,
With a nice little fortune for to call me own;
I'm bound home, but not the same way I came out.
Oh I'm sorry I'm leaving you all today,
For I'm homeward bound, don't you see?
But a different way to the way I came out;
I am going home on a steamboat, you see.
Then it's goodbye to one and it's goodbye to all,
For I'm bound home for England's merry country;
And my girl I will find, the one I left behind,
And I'll make her as happy as can be.
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Greenland Whalers
It was seventeen hundred and eighty-four
On March the seventeenth day
We weighed our anchor to our bow
And for Greenland bore away brave boys
And for Greenland bore away
Bold Stevens was our captain's name
Our ship called the Lion so bold
And our poor souls our anchor away
To face the storms and cold brave boys
To face the storms and cold
Oh when we arrived in that cold country
Our goodly ship to moor
We wished ourselves safe back again
With those pretty girls on shore brave boys
With those pretty girls on shore
Our boatswain to the main top stand
With a spyglass in his hand
A whale a whale my lads he cries
And she spouts at every span brave boys
And she spouts at every span
The captain walked the quarter-deck
And a jolly little fellow was he
Overhaul overhaul your davit tackle fall
And we'll launch our boats all three brave boys
And we'll launch our boats all three
There was harpineery and picaneery
And boat steerery also
And twelve jolly tars to tug at the oars
And a-whaling we all go brave boys
And a-whaling we all go
We struck that whale and down she went
By the flourish of her tail
By chance we lost a man overboard
And we did not get that whale brave boys
And we did not get that whale
When this news to our captain came
It grieved his heart full sore
And for the loss of a 'prentice boy
It was half mast colors all brave boys
It was half mast colors all
It's now cold months is a-coming on
No longer can we stay here
For the winds do blow and the whales do go
And the daylight seldom does appear brave boys
And the daylight seldom does appear
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