'Tis advertised in Boston   New York and Buffalo   A hundred hearty sailors   A whalin' for to go      Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho   Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow      They tell you of the clipper ships   A-runnin' in and out   They say you'll take five hundred whales   Before you're six months out      Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho   Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow      The skipper's on the after deck   A-squintin' at the sails   When up above the lookout spots   A mighty school of whales      Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho   Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow      Then lower down the boats, my boys   And after him we'll travel   But if you get too near his tail   He'll kick you to the devil      Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho   Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow      And now that he is ours, my boys   We'll bring him alongside   Then over with our blubber hooks   And rob him of his hide      Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho   Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow      When we get home, our ship made fast   And we get through our sailin'   A brimmin' glass around   We'll pass and hang this blubber whalin'      Blow, ye winds, o' mornin', blow, ye winds, hi ho   Haul away your runnin' gear and blow, boys, blow