Farewell love me canny lass Farewell Whitby Town We’re away to the seas in our tall ships To hunt the whale fish down Farewell love our ship is rigged, we’re ready to be sailing So go inside and shut the door, the tide is quickly making Our Captain William Scoresby stands on the quarter deck And he tells the mate to make for sea and all his tackle check Our fiddler plays as we make for the sea and get the ship full rigged And the first mate walks the long foredeck and calls us worse than pigs It’s check your boats and davits too so this day ain’t your last And harpooneer when the big fish blows your shooting must be fast And when the purple blood does spout don’t let your stomach turn But get the whale alongside its blubber we will burn And we’ll trice its mighty jawbones to the foremast head And we’ll set the ship for Whitby Town for homeward we must head So get the kids to bed love, when they wake I’ll be gone For me don’t fear don’t shed no tear while I’m away from home Just keep a watch from West Cliff to see when we come past A tall ship through the misty morn with jawbones on the mast