| When my grandpa was a boy
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| He went down to the general store
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| Saw a picture book of a whale
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| Shooting its spout and flashin' its tail.
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| Then he got a sailor’s dream
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| 'Bout cruisin' around on the salty sea
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| Joinin' up with a fishin' crew
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| To go out and get him a whale or two.
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| Tell me what kind of men are these
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| Who sail upon the salty seas?
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| Up in the rigging in the afternoon
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| Swabbin' the decks and sharpenin' harpoons.
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| Hooray and up she rises
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| Hooray and up she rises
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| Hooray and up she rises
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| Early in the morning.
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| There’re lots of whales in the deep blue sea,
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| We kill them for the company
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| We drag 'em 'longside and chop 'em in two
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| And melt 'em down and sell 'em to you
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| There hardly is a sailor alive
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| Who can keep the tears from his eyes
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| As he remembers the good old days
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| When there were no whales to save
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| Thank the Russians and Japanese
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| For scouring the deep blue seas
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| Looking for ivory and perfume
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| And plastic toys and pet food.
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| Hooray and up she rises
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| Hooray and up she rises
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| Hooray and up she rises
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| Early in the morning.
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| Shanghaied by the light of the moon
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| Put out from Boston in the middle of June
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| After six months out at sea
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| It’s nothin' but death and misery.
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| Set out on a three-year cruise
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| A union ship and a union crew
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| And after six months you begin to see
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| That whalin’s not what it used to be.
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| A modern ship and a modern crew
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| With sonar scopes and explodin' harpoons
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| A mechanical boat made outta steel
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| A floating machine built to kill the whales.
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| Hooray and up she rises
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| Hooray and up she rises
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| Hooray and up she rises
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| Early in the morning.
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| When my grandpa was a boy
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| He went down to the general store
|
| Saw a picture book of a whale
|
| Shooting its spout and flashin' its tail.
|
| Then he got a sailor’s dream
|
| 'Bout cruisin' around on the salty sea
|
| Joinin' up with a fishin' crew
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| To go out and get him a whale or two.
|
| Tell me what kind of men are these
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| Who sail upon the salty seas?
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| Up in the rigging in the afternoon
|
| Swabbin' the decks and sharpenin' harpoons.
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| Hooray and up she rises
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| Hooray and up she rises
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| Hooray and up she rises
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| Early in the morning. |