One of the following songs is decided upon, and the best rendition by the fleet's captain wins.
Oh, the year was 1778, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now. A letter of marque come from the king, To the scummiest vessel I'd ever seen, //God damn them all! I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold We'd fire no guns-shed no tears Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier The last of Barrett's Privateers.// Oh, Elcid Barrett cried the town, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now For twenty brave men all fishermen who would make for him the Antelope's crew //chorus// The Antelope sloop was a sickening sight, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now She'd a list to the port and and her sails in rags And the cook in scuppers with the staggers and the jags //chorus// On the King's birthday we put to sea, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now We were 91 days to Montego Bay Pumping like madmen all the way //chorus// On the 96th day we sailed again, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight With our cracked four pounders we made to fight //chorus// The Yankee lay low down with gold, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now She was broad and fat and loose in the stays But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days //chorus// Then at length we stood two cables away, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now Our cracked four pounders made an awful din But with one fat ball the Yank stove us in //chorus// The Antelope shook and pitched on her side, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now Barrett was smashed like a bowl of eggs And the Maintruck carried off both me legs //chorus// So here I lay in my 23rd year, How I wish I was in Sherbrooke now It's been 6 years since we sailed away And I just made Halifax yesterday //chorus//
It's a damn tough life full of toil and strife We whalermen undergo. And we don't give a damn when the gale is done How hard the winds did blow. 'Cause we're homeward bound from the Arctic ground With a good ship, taut and free And we won't give a damn when we drink our rum With the girls of Old Maui. //Rolling down to Old Maui, me boys Rolling down to Old Maui We're homeward bound from the Arctic ground Rolling down to Old Maui.// Once more we sail with a northerly gale Through the ice and wind and rain. Them coconut fronds, them tropical lands, We soon shall see again. Six hellish months we've passed away On the cold Kamchatka Sea, But now we're bound from the Arctic ground Rolling down to Old Maui. //chorus// Once more we sail with a northerly gale Towards our island home. Our mainmast sprung, our whaling done, And we ain't go far to roam. Our stu'n's'l bones is carried away What care we for that sound? A living gale is after us, Thank God we're homeward bound. //chorus// How soft the breeze through the island trees, Now the ice is far astern. Them native maids, them tropical glades Is a-waiting our return. Even now their big brown eyes look out Hoping some fine day to see Our baggy sails runnin' 'fore the gales Rolling down to old Maui. //chorus// //chorus//