THE HARD AND THE EASY, Courage & Patience & Grit, BACK TO:
Old Polina
Lyrics
There’s a noble fleet of whalers, a sailing from Dundee
Manned by British sailors, to take them o‘er the sea
On a western ocean passage, we started on the trip
And we flew a long like a song in our gallant whaling ship
Fore the wind was on her quarter and the engines working free
There’s not another whaler that sailed the Artic Sea
Can beat the Old Polina you need not try my sons
For we challenged all, both great and small from Dundee to St. John’s
‘Twas the second Sunday morning, just after leaving port
We met a heavy Sou’West Gale that washed away our boat
It washed away our quarter deck, our stanchions just as well
And so we set the whole "she-bang" a-floating in the gale
Fore the wind was on her quarter and the engines working free
There’s not another whaler that sailed the Artic Sea
Can beat the Old Polina you need not try my sons
For we challenged all, both great and small from Dundee to St. John’s
Art Jackson set his canvas, Fairweather got up stream
And Captain Guy, the daring boy came plunging through the stream
And Mullins in the "Husky" tried to beat the blooming lot
But to beat the "Old Polina"e was something he could not
Fore the wind was on her quarter and the engines working free
There’s not another whaler that sailed the Artic Sea
Can beat the Old Polina you need not try my sons
For we challenged all, both great and small from Dundee to St. John’s
There’s the noble "Terra Nova" a model without doubt
The "Artic" and "Aurora" they talk so much about
Art Jackman’s model mail boat, - the terror of the sea
Tried to beat the "Old Polina" on a passage from Dundee
Fore the wind was on her quarter and the engines working free
There’s not another whaler that sailed the Artic Sea
Can beat the Old Polina you need not try my sons
For we challenged all, both great and small from Dundee to St. John’s
And now we’re back in old St. John’s, where rum is very cheap
So we’ll drink a health to Capt. Guy who brought us o’er the deep
A health to all our sweethearts and to our wives so fair
Not another ship could make the trip with the "Polina" I declare
Fore the wind was on her quarter and the engines working free
There’s not another whaler that sailed the Artic Sea
Can beat the Old Polina you need not try my sons
For we challenged all, both great and small from Dundee to St. John’s