 Our captain stood upon the deck, A spy-glass in his hand, A viewing of  those gallant whales That blew at every strand. Oh, your tubs in your  boats, my boys, And by your braces stand, And we’ll have one of those  fine whales, Hand, boys, over hand! So, be cheery, my lads! may your  hearts never fail! While the bold harpooner is striking the whale!