♪No more, no more, Greenland for you brave boys.No more, no more, Greenland for you.It was 1863, on June of the 18th day,When our gallant ship, her anchor did lift,For Greenland sailed away,For Greenland sailed away.The Lord God on the crossbeam stood,With the spyglass in his hand.There's a whale, there's a whale, fish she cried,And she blows at every span, brave boys,Yes, she blows at every span.Well, we struck the whale, and our line played out,And the whale made a flunder with his tail,And the boat capsized, and four men were drowned.And we never caught that whale, brave boys,No, we never caught that whale.Oh, Lord, for of my gallant men,It grieves my hearth all sore,But the losing of this great farm whale,It grieves me ten times more, brave boys,Yes, it grieves me ten times more.El Greenland is a dreadful place,It's a land that's never green,Where there's ice and snow, and the whale fishes blow,And daylight seldom seen, brave boys,Daylight seldom seen.And the whale gets strike, and the line plays out,And the whale makes a flunder with his tail,And the boat capsized, and I lost my darling man.No more, no more Greenland for you, brave boys,No more, no more Greenland for you.Thank you.