Before, when England was worth summick, and murdering our friends of the sea was tolerated...
Lyrics
O come with me to the rolling sea
There'll be wealth in store if you'll haul for me
And from the shores of old England go
On the trail of the whale O
There'll be times boys you'll wish you were deed
There'll be times boys that'll bust your heed
There are times at sea you'll get so low
On the trail of the whale O
There are things me boys that I'll ask of thee
There'll be things me boys that might kill thee
At sea there's many things to bring you woe
On the trail of the whale O
I will pay you well I will see thee right
When there's jaw bones hung on the mast full height
It is then that the rum will surely flow
Steer a course back to England O
And when we see again old England fair
Nee more to haul nee more to care
When all your whaling days are done
Run boys run
On the trail of the whale O....
