No more,
no more, Greenland,
for you brave boys.
No more, no more Greenland for you.
It was 1863,
on June of the 18th day,
When our gallant ship,
her anchor did lift,
For Greenland's sailed away
For Greenland's sailed away
The Lord God on the crossbeam stood
With the spyglass in his hand
There's a whale, there's a whale,
there's a whale fishing right
And she blows at every span, brave boys
Yes, she blows at every span
Well, we struck the whale,
and the line played out,
And the whale made a flunder with his tail,
And the boat capsized,
and four men were drowned.
And we never caught that whale,
brave boys,
No, we never caught that whale.
Oh, lords, for of my gallant men
It grieves my hearth all sore
But the losing of this great farm quail
It grieves me ten times more, brave boy
Yes, it grieves me ten times more
Elk Greenland is a dreadful place,
it's a land that's never green.
Where there's ice and snow,
and the whale fishers blow,
And daylight seldom seen,
brave boys, daylight seldom seen.
And the whale gets strike,
and the line plays out,
And the whale makes a
blunder with his tail,
And the boat capsized,
and I lost my darling man.
No more, no more,
Greenland for you, great boys.
No more, no more,
Greenland for you.
Thank you.