The North America

Well, we sailed from the port of New London Runnin' down to the storms around Cape Horn And most of us left here with nothing, save for the whiskey in our guts come the morn John Uncas was the grandson of the great Sachem Jumped ship, made three miles for the shore But we picked him back up, 'cause there's whalin' to be done Sailin' on the North America We're whalin' on the North America We're headed out of town, on a hard western gale With our spanker sail, sheets to the wind (haul 'em in!) With a hull of live oak She's faster than most And they call her the North America We're whalin' on the North America After fifty-one days on the wide open seas Where away, came the cry from aloft (There she blows!) With our harpoons and lance Those whales had no chance Sailin' on the North America We're whalin' on the North America (Put down your helm, she's hit a reef Load the boats and salt the beef Away the anchor and hit the deck Early in the morning She's struck a hole, we're takin' water Grab your oar and the captain's daughter Say goodbye, your mates are slaughter'd Early in the morning!) The captain's a stiff and There's no booze on this ship! and me New London Julie's far ashore, When our whalin's all done then it's All For Me Grog! Sailin' on the North America We're whalin' on the North America We're sailin' on the North America We're whalin' on the North America