written by Harry Robertson
Fifty six I sailed aboard
A ship called Byron One
She's carried trawler men on deck
And a harpoon whaling gun
Chorus:
Oh you trawlermen, come on
Forget your snapper and your prawn
For it's out of Ballina we'll sail
Fishing for the humpback whale
A tractor for a whale winch
And the ship's an all fair mile
Twin diesels turn the screws around
She'll whale in a fine old style
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Keep a sharp look-out my lads
The whale he's on the run
And we'll drive him into Byron Bay
And we'll shoot him with our gun
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The harpoon and the line fly through
Very deep into the whale
She split the timbers of the ship
With a flurry of her tail
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The rugging struts are snapped in two
We reel beneath the blow
The gunner fires a k**er shot
And that humpback's sent below
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Make the tail fast to the bows
We got no more time for bed
For four and twenty hours each day
We kept that factory fed
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The friends and men upon the land
Some had been Jackaroos
They skin the blubber from the whales
Like they were skinning kangaroos
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A hundred whales and then fifty more
Through the factory we did send
And then the orders came - knock off me lads
Your season's at an end
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Back in to Ballina we steered
Tied up and stowed the gear
All hands headed for the pub
And we filled ourselves with beer
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