Harry Robertson via Nic Jones again and Jon says, “This was sung at the Colpitts in Durham, I think by Robin Dale. It works brilliantly as an unaccompanied chorus song, although most people associate more with Nic Jones’s driving guitar version.”
I always have this troubled feeling about the whaling songs, which I come to realise is a bit daft amongst the general murder and mayhem of folk ballads. Given the last three feature heartbreak, destitution and separation and a ghostly apparition of a drowned lover it seems silly to get sensitive about whales, but I can’t help it. To its credit this is written by a whaler and spares little of the gory detail and I agree with Jon about the drive of Nic’s version. Perhaps I need a few lusty choruses, as suggested, by means of whaling-song-aversion-aversion-therapy. It’s just that I get to the tail thrashing through the deck bit and I’m all for the whale getting away and everyone ending up drowned. Hmmmmmm!
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