Whaling is My Trade

Words and Music by James Durst
© 1973 Phoenixongs ASCAP

Ten days out an’ gettin’ edgy
Hungry for a run
Hoping for a sighting
Before we lose the sun
Thinkin’ ‘bout seein’ my fam’ly again
When the job is over an’ done
And whalin’ is my trade

The sea is calm an’ silent
Perfect for the chase
She rocks our whale ship gently
In her bountiful embrace
When all at once a telltale spray
Blows skyward from her face
Thar she blows!
Thar she blows!
Thar she blows!

We crewmen grab our stations
As the crow lets out a yell:
“Right whale off the starboard bow!
Bos’n, ring that bell!”
As our fathers did before us
And our grandfathers as well
And whalin’ is my trade





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