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 shebang A-floatin' in the gale [Chorus] 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 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Chorus: x2]