Friday, October 21, 2005

Save The Whales!

Save the Whales!
Country Joe McDonald

When my grandpa was a boy, he went down to the general store
Saw a picture book of a whales shooting its spout and flashin' its tail
Then he got a sailor's dream 'bout cruisin' around on the salty sea
Joinin' up with a fishin' crew to go out and get him a whale or two
Tell me what kind of men are these who sail upon the salty seas
Up in the rigging in the afternoon, swabbin' the decks and sharpenin' harpoons

Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning

Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning

Shanghaied by the light of the moon, put out from Boston in the middle of June
After six months out at sea, and nothin' but death and misery
Set out on a three-year cruise, a union ship and a union crew
And after six months you begin to see, that whalin's not what it used to be

A modern ship and a modern crew with sonar scopes and explodin' harpoons
A mechanical boat made outta steel, a floating machine built to kill the whales

Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning

Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning

There're lots of whales in the deep blue sea, we kill them for the industry
We drag 'em 'longside and chop 'em in two and melt 'em down and sell 'em to you
There hardly is a sailor alive who can keep the tears from his eyes
As he remembers the good old days when there were no whales to save
Now we can thank the companies for scouring the deep blue seas
Looking for ivory and perfume and oil to light your living room

Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning

When my grandpa was a boy, he went down to the general store
Saw a picture book of a whales shooting its spout and flashin' its tail
Then he got a sailor's dream 'bout cruisin' around on the salty sea
Joinin' up with a fishin' crew to go out and get him a whale or two
Tell me what kind of men are these who sail upon the salty seas
Up in the rigging in the afternoon, swabbin' the decks and sharpenin' harpoons

Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Hooray and up she rises
Early in the morning

1 comment:

NewLiz said...

Great song. I have long been a fan of sea chantys (sp?) Back in the Big Apple there was a guy who dressed up like an old salt and plaed guitar and sang some of the most obscure pieces in the middle of Central Park. One of the things I miss about NY.