Four hundred brave Americans
Singing, blow your ends the morning,
All the way, you're running gear,
They tell you all the clipper ships
They say you'll take five
before your six -month's out
Blow your winds in the morning,
Blow your winds high -ho,
Follow me in a running gear,
The skippers on the quarter -deck,
A -squintin' at the sails,
Went up along the lookout's rise,
A mighty school of whales, singing,
Blow your ends in the morning,
All the way in a running gear,
Now clear away the boats, my boys,
And after him we'll travel,
But if you get too near his fluke,
He'll kick you to the devil, singing
Blow your ends in the morning,
All the way in a running gear,
When we get home our ship may pass,
We get through our sailing,
A winding glass, rounded pass,
And can this plover wailing sing,
Blow, ye winds, in the morning,
All the way you're running gear,
Blow, ye winds, in the morning,
All the way you're running gear,
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