"The lookout, in the crosstrees he stood/With spyglass in his hand;/There's a whale, there's a whale,/And a whalefish he cried,/And she blows at every span..." -- "Greenland Whale Fisheries," traditional, arranged by the Pogues, c. 1985.
"The lookout, in the crosstrees he stood/With spyglass in his hand;/There's a whale, there's a whale,/And a whalefish he cried,/And she blows at every span..." -- "Greenland Whale Fisheries," traditional, arranged by the Pogues, c. 1985.