THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

In eighteen hundred and forty-six

On March the eighteenth day

We hoisted our colours to the top of the mast

And for Greenland sailed away, brave boys

And for Greenland sailed away

The lookout in the crosstrees stood

With spyglass in his hand

There’s a whale, there’s a whale

And a whalefish, he cried

And she blows at every span, brave boys

She blows at every span

The Pogues/Greenland Whale Fisheries, 1984