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             We're bound away upon the tide 
            To leave our friends behind us 
            Haul anchor chains and slip away 
            To break the ties that bind us. 
            Fast on the breeze to the northern seas 
            What fortunes guide a sailor? 
            To earn a share of the oil and bone 
            'Tis a hard life for a whaler. 
             
            Through many dangers unforeseen 
            And bitter storms to try us 
            Cold icy winds and towering waves 
            The faintest star to guide us. 
            When darkening skies around us close 
            'Neath Greenland's cliffs forsaken 
            Ten thousand miles away from home 
            And hearts are nearly breaking. 
             
            And when at last we hear the cry 
            And all in wild commotion 
            The cutting blast, and down she dives 
            In that dreary troubled ocean. 
            And when that whale has breathed her last 
            And sea-birds left to grieve her 
            We'll hoist the sails and steer for home 
            And it's, Leave Her, Johnny, Leave Her. 
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