ROLLING DOWN TO OLD MOHEE
Rolling Down to Old Mohee
Once more we are waft by the northern gales
Bounding over the main
And now the hills of the tropic isles
We soon shall see again
Five sluggish moons have waxed and waned
Since from the shore sailed we
Now we are bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to old Mohee
Now we are bound from the Arctic ground
Rolling down to old Mohee
Through many a blow of frost and snow
And bitter squalls of hail
Our spars were bent and our canvas rent
As we braved the northern gale
The horrid isles of ice cut tiles
That deck the Arctic sea
Are many many leagues astern
As we sail to old Mohee
Are many many leagues astern
As we sail to old Mohee
Through many a gale of snow and hail
Our good ship bore away
And in the midst of the moonbeam’s kiss
We slept in St. Lawrence Bay
And many a day we whiled away
In the bold Kamchatka Sea
And we’ll think of that as we laugh and chat
With the girls of old Mohee
And we’ll think of that as we laugh and chat
With the girls of old Mohee
An ample share of toil and care
We whalmen undergo
But when it’s over what care we
How the bitter blast may blow
We are homeward bound that joyful sound
And yet it may not be
But we’ll think of that as we laugh and chat
With the girls of old Mohee
But we’ll think of that as we laugh and chat
With the girls of old Mohee