It was the twenty-first of June, it being a glorious day,
The Eclipse she saw a whale-fish and she lowered all hands away,
So blew ye winds of morning, blow ye winds hi-ho,
Clear away your running gear and blow, boys, blow.
The boats they pulled to leeward, went skipping over the sea,
And we killed this noble whale-fish for another jubilee.
Our Captain Davie Gray was kind and he gave his crew a treat,
And that was why we caught this whale that measured fifty feet.
The Eclipse she lies to windward, her colours she does flee,
And the Erik and the Hope also, and this is the jubilee.
The Erik caught a sperm-whale that measured forty-three,
But the Hope has none and shall get none this year of jubilee.
But when this trip is over we'll not ship for one and three,
Because we didn't get fair play in the year of jubilee.
We'll march up to the Custum House where we do all sign clear,
And when we face old Bless-My-Soul we'll tell him withour fear.
We'll tell him that we'll never sign again for one and three,
And we'll march through Commercial Street and sing the jubilee.