Burl Ives - Blow Ye Winds lyrics
[Burl Ives - Blow Ye Winds lyrics]
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
'Tis advertised in Boston
New York and buffalo
Five hundred brave Americans, a-whaling
For to go, singing
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
They send you to New Bedord
A famous whaling port
And give you to some land-sharks to
Board and fit you out
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
They tell you of the
Clipper-ships-a-going in and out
And say you'll take five hundred sperm
Before you're six months out
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
It's now we're out to sea, my boys
The wind comes on to blow
One half the watch is sick on deck
The other half below
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
The skipper's on the quarter-deck
A-squinting at the sails
When up above the lookout sights
A mighty school of whales
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Then lower down the boats my boys
And after him we'll travel
But if you get to nearest fluke
He'll pick you through the devil
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Now we have got him turned up
We tow him alongside
We over with our blubber hooks and
Rob him of his hide
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
When we get home, our ship made fast
And we get through our sailing
A winding glass around we'll pass
And damn this blubber whaling!
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
'Tis advertised in Boston
New York and buffalo
Five hundred brave Americans, a-whaling
For to go, singing
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
They send you to New Bedord
A famous whaling port
And give you to some land-sharks to
Board and fit you out
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
They tell you of the
Clipper-ships-a-going in and out
And say you'll take five hundred sperm
Before you're six months out
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
It's now we're out to sea, my boys
The wind comes on to blow
One half the watch is sick on deck
The other half below
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
The skipper's on the quarter-deck
A-squinting at the sails
When up above the lookout sights
A mighty school of whales
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Then lower down the boats my boys
And after him we'll travel
But if you get to nearest fluke
He'll pick you through the devil
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Now we have got him turned up
We tow him alongside
We over with our blubber hooks and
Rob him of his hide
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
When we get home, our ship made fast
And we get through our sailing
A winding glass around we'll pass
And damn this blubber whaling!
Blow, ye winds in the morning
And blow, ye winds, high-o!
Clear away your running gear
And blow, ye winds, high-o!