Melodi: Ukendt - Tekst: Ukendt
Sømandssang sandsynligvis fra begyndelsen af 1800-tallet, da New Bedford, hvorfra sangen stammer, var den travleste hvalfangerhavn i USA.
'Tis advertised in Boston,
New York and Buffalo,
five hundred brave Americans
a-whaling for to go, singing:
Blow, ye winds in the morning,
blow, ye winds!
Hi! Ho!
Haul away your running gear,
and blow, ye winds!
Hi! Ho!
They send you to New Bedford,
that famous whaling port,
and give you to some land-sharks
to board and fit you out, singing:
Blow, ye winds ...
They send you to a boarding-house,
there for a time to dwell;
the thieves there they are thicker
than the other side of hell! singing:
Blow, ye winds ...
They tell you of the clipper-ships,
a-going in the out,
and say you'll take five hundred sperm,
before you're six months out, singing:
Blow, ye winds ...
It's now we're out to see my boys,
the wind begins to blow,
one half of the watch is sick on deck
and the other half below, singing:
Blow, ye winds ...
The skipper's on the quarter-deck
a-squinting at the sails,
when up aloft the look-out
sights a school of wales, singing:
Blow, ye winds ...
Now clear away the boats, my boys,
and af ter him we'll travel,
but if you get too near his fluke,
he'll kick you to the devil! singing:
Blow, ye winds ...
Now we've got him turned up,
we tow him alongside,
we over with our blubber hooks
and rob him of hos hide, singing:
Blow, ye winds ...
Next comes the stowing down, my boys,
'twill take both night and day,
and you'll have fifty cents apiece,
singing: On the 190th lay,
Blow, ye winds ...
Now we are bound into Tuckoona,
full more in their power,
where the skippers can buy the Consul up
for half a barrel of flour, singing:
Blow, ye winds ...
When we get home, our ship made fast,
and we get through our sailing,
a winding glas s around we'll pass
and damn this blubber-whaling, singing:
Blow, ye winds ...