The
Eclipse
So
blow ye winds of morning, blow ye winds, hi-o
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow
It
was the twenty-first of June, it being a glorious day
The Eclipse she saw a whale-fish and she lowered all hands
away
The
boats they pulled to leeward, went skipping over the sea
And we killed this noble whale-fish for another jubilee
Our
Captain Davie Gray was kind and he give his crew a treat
And that was why we caught this whale that measured fifty
feet
The
Eclipse she lies to windward, her colours she does flee
And the Erik and the Hope also, and this is the jubilee
The
Erik caught a sperm-whale that measured forty-three
But the Hope has none and shall get none this year of jubilee
But
when this trip is over we'll not ship for one and three
Because we didn't get fair play in the year of jubilee
We'll
march up to the Custom House where we do all sign clear
And when we face old Bless-My-Soul we'll tell him without
fear
We'll
tell him that we'll never sign again for one and three
And we'll march through Commercial Street and sing the jubilee
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