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SOURCE:
Anon 1866 contributed to the Australian Journal by J D of Mount Alexander, Victoria.
SITE SOURCE: Sydney Folklore Project - Section 7: MARITIME Whaler's LifeOh where us the life half so jovial and freeAs ours – the gay rovers on the southern sea Our barque is our castle, our Captain's a King Whose world renowned praises for ever we'll sing. We chase the sperm whale over the tropical sea Oh who leads a life half so glorious as we/ What though in his fury the Chachelot should slave Our boat into places we'll float on the wave Keep clear of the line with our oar neath our breast Like a child on the arm of its mother we'll rest With lance in our hand 'gainst the shark we'll prevail Nor fear the huge bulk of the ponderous whale And then when our toil for the season is over How blythly we steer for Owhyhee's shore And the nymph we have plighted our troth to shall come And welcome us back to her palm begirt home Where lulled by the sound of the surge we shall sleep Secure from the perils and toils of the deep.
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