Hunting Potheads WhalesIt's a long time ago when first men did go Out on the ocean no fear did they know It was so exciting these monsters to kill Herding eight hundred whales could be quite a thrill. To kill these great monsters you may well believe They used every weapon the mind could conceive Old swords and old lances mostly used in that day But a ball from a musket usually put them away. On many occasions men got tossed in the sea On the back of whale. What a ride that could be You may talk about Texas and the Calgary Stampeede But riding bare-back a pothead, it sure took the lead. A whale's dying pain was a sight to behold Many narrow escapes they have often been told A boat turned to matchwood with a blow of its tail The loss of his boat many a man would bewail. In this modern age it sure would look queer To see how these fishermen, regardless of fear Would attack these leviathans theirs lives for to take Not thinking of danger, but what money they'd make. The weapons they used in them days were so crude But this did not daunt them, they were all in the mood To slaughter them potheads, it was their intent To scalp the fat from, to this task they were sent. In them days of depression not much money around To earn a few dollars every means must be found It was surely a God-send in them days long ago What a blessing them potheads for some folks did know. Many years have passed by, since I was a lad Men would drive in them potheads, then I would be glad For the noise and commotion would be quite a thrill It would frighten old Satan to hear the men yell. But time passes on, them days they are gone Now the whales unmolested can bask in the sun For the law now prohibits the whales for to take Now man finds other methods a living to make!
Last Modified: Saturday, 19-Jun-1999 19:13:22 NDT