A blowing breeze came from the south,
All sails all seemed asleep;
Three cheers more, we leave the shore,
And float upon the deep.
We leave our sweethearts and our wives,
All weeping on the pier;
Cheer up my dears, we'll soon return,
'Tis only half a year.
Again, for Greenland, we are bound,
To leave you all behind;
Again, for Greenland, we are bound.
In tarry dress we'll reach Dromnes,
We then shall go on shore;
With water less and landsmen's scarce,
We soon shall take in more.
And now we've safely reached the ice,
We soon shall crown our sail;
Each boat will land with a strong hand,
For to pursue the whale.
Again, for Greenland, we are bound,
To leave you all behind;
Again, for Greenland, we are bound.
How dark and dreary grows the night,
The stars begin to burn;
A valiant crew, with hearts all true,
For ship we do return.
And now we've passed the Orkney Isles,
The pilot boat draws near;
We see our sweethearts and our wives,
All waiting on the pier.
Again, for Greenland, we are bound,
To leave you all behind;
Again, for Greenland, we are bound.
And now in harbor safely moored,
We next shall go on shore;
With plenty o' brass and a bonny lass,
We'll make a tavern roar.
To Greenland's frost we'll drink a toast,
And those we love so dear;
And across the main to it again,
We'll take a trip next year.
Again, for Greenland, we are bound,
To leave you all behind;
Again, for Greenland,
Again, for Greenland, we are bound,
To leave you all behind;
Again, for Greenland,
Again, for Greenland,
Again, for Greenland, we are bound.
