Ceolskog – Willafjord / Greenland Whale Fisheries (Folk Metal Medley)

* Instrumental – Willafjord * In eighteen hundred and fifty-one
On October the eighteenth day, We hoisted our colors to the top of the mast,
And for Greenland sailed away, brave boys, And for Greenland sailed away. The lookout in the main-mast stood
With a spyglass in his hand; There’s a whale, there’s a whale,
There’s a whale he did cry, And she blows at every span, brave boys
And she blows at every span. The captain stood on the quarter deck,
With his eye to the icy sea; Overhaul, overhaul! Let your davit tackles fall,
And you’ll put your boats to sea, brave boys, And you’ll put your boats to sea. * Instrumental – Willafjord * Our harpoon struck and the line played out,
But the whale gave a thunder with its tail, The boat capsized killing half a dozen men,
And we did not catch the whale, brave boys, And we did not catch the whale. The losing of those fine young men,
It grieved the captain sore, But we knew the losing of that hundred-barrel whale,
Well it grieved him ten times more, brave boys, Oh, it grieved him ten times more. Now Greenland is a barren place,
A land that bares no green. Where there’s ice and snow, and the whales do blow
And the daylight’s seldom seen, brave boys, And the daylight is seldom seen. * Instrumental – Willafjord *

local_offerevent_note November 11, 2019

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