Old Polina - Fiddler's Green

There’s a noble fleet of whalers, they’re sailing from Dundee

Manned by British sailors that take them o’er the sea

On a western ocean passage, we started on the trip

We flew along just like a song on a gallant whaling ship

Was the second Sunday morning, just after leaving port

We met a heavy sou’west gale and washed away our boat

It washed away our quarterdeck, our stanchions just as well

And so we set the whole shabang a floatin' in the gale

For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free

There’s not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea

Can beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons

We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John’s

Art Jackman set his canvas, Fair Weather galloped steam

And Captain Guy the daring boy came plunging through the stream

And Mullins in the Husky tried to beat the bloody lot

But to beat the Old Polina boys was something he could not

For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free

There’s not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea

Can beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons

We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John’s

There’s the noble Terra Nova, a model without doubt

The Arctic and Aurora, they talk so much about

Art Jackman’s model mail boat, the terror of the sea

Tried to beat the old Polina on a passage from Dundee

For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free

There’s not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea

Can beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons

We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John’s

Now we’re back in old St. John’s where rum is very cheap

We’ll drink a health of Captain Guy who brought us o’er the deep

A health to all our sweethearts, and to our wives so fair

Not another ship could make the trip, the Polina I declare !

For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free

There’s not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea

Can beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons

We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John’s

For the wind was on our quarter, the engines working free

There’s not another whaler that sails the Arctic Sea

Can beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons

We challenged all both great and small from Dundee to St John’s