As sung by A. L. Lloyd on Leviathan

If I had the wings of a gull, my boys, I would spread 'em and fly home. I'd leave old Greenland's icy grounds For of right whales there is none. And the weather's rough and the winds do blow And there's little comfort here. I'd sooner be snug in a Deptford pub, A-drinkin' of strong beer. Oh, a man must be mad or want money bad To venture catchin' whales. For we may be drowned when the fish turns around Or our head be smashed by his tail. Though the work seems grand to the young green hand, And his heart is high when he goes, In a very short burst he'd as soon hear a curse As the cry of: "There she blows!" "All hands on deck now, for God's sake, Move briskly if you can." And he stumbles on deck, so dizzy and sick; For his life he don't give a damn. And high overhead the great flukes spread, And the mate gives the whale the iron, And soon the blood in a purple flood From the spout-hole comes a-flying! Well, these trials we bear for nigh four year, Till the flying jib points for home. We're supposed for our toil to get a bonus of the oil, And an equal share of the bone. But we go to the agent to settle for the trip, And we find we've cause to repent. For we've slaved away four years of our life And earned about three pound ten.

This song comes from the mid 1800s, when the Arctic right whale was already under threat of over-fishing. The earliest known source was uncovered in Gale Huntington’s Songs the Whalemen Sang as a 1859 log from the Ocean Rover out of New Bedford. Huntington explains, “The goney is a bird of the albatross family. Today American sailors in the Pacific call it the “gooney bird.”

An albatross in flight

Much of the recording history of this song is owed to A.L. Lloyd and company. From Lloyd’s liner notes on the original Leviathan! Ballads and Songs of the Whaling Trade (1967) album:

Three emotions dominated the oldtime whalerman: exultion in the chase, a longing for home, and disgust at the conditions of his trade. This latter mood descended heaviest upon him when the fishing was poor and he became “whalesick” (like homesick, only sick for whales). The man who made the complaint for The Weary Whaling Grounds must have been very whalesick. An odd point: The song speaks of leaving “old Greenland’s icy grounds” and indicates a trip of four years’ duration. The very long trips only occurred in the Southern fishery; the Greenland season was usually but a matter of months, though ships sometimes stayed all winter on the entrance to the Davis Strait so as to make an early start next season.