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The Bold Fisherman

[Instrumental]

The Weary Whaling Grounds

[Verse]
[?]
And the wind was rough, and the wind do blow
As [?]
I would sooner be stuck in a [?]
A drinkin' of drunk men
Oh, a man must be mad, or one funny bard
To [?] catching whales
For we may be drowned when the fish comes around
Or our skulls be smashed by its tail
Though the word seems grand to thy hungry man
And it's heart is [?]
In a very short burst, [?] hear a curse
As the cry of "there she blows"
All hands on deck, now for God's sake
Move briskly if you can
And he stumbles on deck, so dizzy and sick
For his life he don't give a damn
And high overhead, the great [?] spread
And [?]
And soon the blood in a purple flood
From the spout o-comes a-flyin'
Well, these trials we bear for night for you
Till the flying ship points for home
We're supposed for our toil to get a bonus of the oil
And an equal share of the bone
But we go to the agent to settle for the trip
And we find we've [gots ?] to repent
For we've saved away four years of our life
And earnt about three pound ten

The Bold Benjamin

[Instrumental]

The Herring's Head

[Verse]
Ooh, oh, what will we do?
With th'old herring's head
We'll make it in [?]
Herring's head and loaves of bread
And all such things as that

The Waves on the Shore

[Instrumental]

[Vocalising]

[Instrumental]