Whitby Whaler

Farewell love me canny lass

Farewell Whitby Town

We're away to the seas in our tall ships

To hunt the whale fish down

Farewell love our ship is rigged

We're ready to be sailing

So go inside and shut the door

The tide is quickly making

Our captain William Scoresby

Stands on the quarter deck

And he tells the mate to make for sea

And all his tackle check

Our fiddler plays as we make for the sea

To get the ship full rigged

While the first mate walks the long foredeck

And calls us worse than pigs

Its check the boats and davits too

So this day aint your last

And harpooneer when the whale fish blows

Your shooting must be fast

Farewell love me canny lass

Farewell Whitby Town

We're away to the seas in our tall ships

To hunt the whale fish down

To hunt the whale fish down

And when the purple blood does spout

Don't let your stomach turn

But get the whale alongside

Its blubber we will burn

And we'll trice its mighty jawbones

To the foremast head

And we'll set the ship to Whitby town

For homeward we must head

Farewell love me canny lass

Farewell Whitby Town

We're away to the seas in our tall ships

To hunt the whale fish down

To hunt the whale fish down

So get the kids to bed love

When they wake I'll be gone

For me don't fear don't shed no tear

While I'm away from home

Just keep a watch from West Cliff

To see when we come past

A tall ship through the misty morn

With jaw bones on the mast

Farewell love me canny lass

Farewell Whitby Town

We're away to the seas in our tall ships

To hunt the whale fish down

Farewell love me canny lass

Farewell Whitby Town

We're away to the seas in our tall ships

To hunt the whale fish down

To hunt the whale fish down