There's a noble fleet of whalers, they're sailing from Dundee
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Manned by British sailors that take them o'er the sea.
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On a western ocean passage, we started on the trip
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We flew along just like a song on a gallant whaling ship.
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Was the second Sunday morning, just after leaving port,
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We met a heavy sou'west gale and washed away our boat
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It washed away our quarterdeck, our stanchions just as well,
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And so we set the whole shabang a floatin' in the gale.
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For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free
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There's not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea
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Can beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons,
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We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John's.
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Art Jackman set his canvas, Fair Weather galloped steam
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And Captain Guy the daring boy came plunging through the stream
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And Mullins in the Husky tried to beat the bloody lot
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But to beat the Old Polina boys was something he could not.
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For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free
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There's not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea
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Can beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons,
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We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John's.
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There's the noble Terra Nova, a model without doubt,
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The Arctic and Aurora, they talk so much about.
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Art Jackman's model mail boat, the terror of the sea,
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Tried to beat the old Polina on a passage from Dundee.
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For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free
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There's not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea
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Can beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons,
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We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John's.
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Now we're back in old St. John's where rum is very cheap
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We'll drink a health of Captain Guy who brought us o'er the deep,
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A health to all our sweethearts, and to our wives so fair,
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Not another ship could make the trip, the Polina I declare !
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For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free
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There's not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea
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Can beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons,
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We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John's.
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For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free
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There's not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea
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Can beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons,
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We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John's.
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Old Polina
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| Great Big Sea |
