CHORUS:
Blow ye winds of morning, and
Blow ye winds, heigh-ho!
Haul away your running gear, and blow, blow, blow!
Tis advertised in Boston town, New York, and Buffalo
Five hundred brave Americans,
A Whaling for to go, singing
CHORUS:
They send you to New Bedford fair,
That famous whaling port,
And give you to some strangers there,
To board and fit you out, singing,
CHORUS:
They tell you of the clipper ships,
A-running in and out,
And say you'll take 500 whale
Before you're 6 months out singing
CHORUS:
And 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, singing,