There's a noble fleet of Whalers

A-sailing from Dundee

Manned by British Sailors to take them o'er the sea

On a western ocean passage

We started on the trip,

And we flew along, just like a song

In our gallant whaling ship.

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For the wind was on her quarter

And the engines working free

There's not another whaler

That sailed the Arctic Sea

Can beat the Old Polina

You need not try my sons

For we challenged all both great and small

From Dundee to St. John's.

'Twas the second Sunday morning

Just after leaving port

We met a heavy Southwest gale

That washed away our boat

It washed away our quarter deck

Our stanchions just as well

And so we set the whole "she-bang"

A-floating in the gale.

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Art Jackson set his canvas

Fairweather got up steam

And Captain Guy, the darling boy,

Came plunging through the steam.

And Mullins in the Husky tried

To beat the blooming lot

But to beat the "Old Polina"

Was something he could not.

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There's the noble "Terra Nova"

A model without doubt

The "Arctic" and "Aurora"

They talk so much about.

Art Jackman's model mail boat -

The terror of the sea,

Tried to beat the "Old Polina"

On a passage from Dundee.

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And now we're back in old St. John's

Where rum is very cheap,

So we'll drink a health to Capt. Guy

Who brought us o'er the deep

A health to all our sweethearts

And to our wives so fair

Not another ship could make the trip

With the Polina I declare.

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