The Eclipse

It was the twenty-first of June, it being a glorious day
The Eclipse she saw a whale-fish and she lowered all hands away
So blew ye winds of morning, blow ye winds hi-ho
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow
The boats they pulled to leeward, went skipping over the sea
And we killed this noble whale-fish for another jubilee
So blew ye winds of morning, blow ye winds hi-ho
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow
Our Captain Davie Gray was kind and he gave his crew a treat
And that was why we caught this whale that measured fifty feet
So blew ye winds of morning, blow ye winds hi-ho
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow
The Eclipse she lies to windward, her colours she does flee
And the Erik and the Hope also, and this is the jubilee
So blew ye winds of morning, blow ye winds hi-ho
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow
The Erik caught a sperm-whale that measured forty-three
But the Hope has none and shall get none this year of jubilee
So blew ye winds of morning, blow ye winds hi-ho
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow
But when this trip is over we’ll not ship for one and three
Because we didn’t get fair play in the year of jubilee
So blew ye winds of morning, blow ye winds hi-ho
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow
We’ll march up to the Custum House where we do all sign clear
And when we face old Bless-My-Soul we’ll tell him withour fear
So blew ye winds of morning, blow ye winds hi-ho
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow
We’ll tell him that we’ll never sign again for one and three
And we’ll march through Commercial Street and sing the jubilee
And so blew ye winds of morning, blow ye winds hi-ho
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow