Old Polina

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't 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

But 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 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't 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't 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 to 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't 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't beat the old Polina, you need not try my sons,

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