Yankee Whalermen

Details
Title | Yankee Whalermen |
Author | Jesse Ferguson |
Duration | 3:19 |
File Format | MP3 / MP4 |
Original URL | https://youtube.com/watch?v=ifrYrgrUgv4 |
Description
Canadian folksinger Jesse Ferguson performs traditional American whaling ballad "Yankee Whalermen." Chords and lyrics below. This is a regional variant of "Spanish Ladies," which I also have a version of here: https://youtu.be/UFVw-NpoCYw
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Yankee Whalermen
(traditional, arrang. J. Ferguson, 2021)
capo @ 2
V1.
D G A
Farewell and adieu to you, Spanish ladies.
A D
Farewell and adieu to you, ladies of Spain!
D G A
For we've received orders to sail for New England,
A D G A D
and we hope in a short time to see you again.
Chorus:
We'll rant and we'll roar like true Yankee Whalermen.
We'll rant and we'll roar on deck and below.
Until we sight Gayhead off old Martha's Vineyard;
then straight up the channel to New Bedford we'll go.
Fill: D G A D
V2.
We hove our our ship to with a wind from sou'west, boys.
We hove our our ship to deep soundings to take.
'Tis forty-five fathoms with a light sandy bottom.
We squared our main yard and up channel did make.
V3.
I went to a dance one night in Tombaz.
There were plenty of girls there as fine as you wish.
There was one pretty maiden a-chewin' tobacco
just like a young kitten a-chewin' fresh fish.
V4.
Then the signal was given for the grand ship to anchor
and all in the downs that night for to lie.
Let go your shank painter, likewise your cat stopper.
Haul up your clew garnets; let tacks and sheets fly.