I love that pic WT. Have a safe 4th.
In eighteen hundred and forty-sixAnd of march the eighteenth day,We hoisted our colors to the top of the mastAnd for greenland sailed away, brave boys,And for greenland sailed away.The lookout in the crosstrees stoodWith spyglass in his hand;Theres a whale, theres a whale,And a whalefish he criedAnd she blows at every span, brave boysShe blows at every span.The captain stood on the quarter deck,The ice was in his eye;Overhaul, overhaul! let your gibsheets fall,And youll put your boats to sea, brave boysAnd youll put your boats to sea.Our harpoon struck and the line played out,With a single flourish of his tail,He capsized the boat and we lost five men,And we did not catch the whale, brave boys,And we did not catch the whale.The losing of those five jolly men,It grieved the captain sore,But the losing of that fine whalefishNow it grieved him ten times more, brave boysNow it grieved him ten times more.Oh greenland is a barren landA land that bares no greenWhere theres ice and snow, and the whalefishes blowAnd the daylights seldom seen, brave boysAnd the daylights seldom seen.
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