Ballina Whalers (Harry Robertson) In '56 1 sailed on board a ship called Byron One, She carried trawler men on deck and a harpoon whaling gun. With a tractor as a whalewinch - the ship an old fairmile, Twin diesels turned the props aroon - we whaled the Aussie style. CHO: Heigh ho ye trawler men come on, forget the snapper and the prawn It's out of Ballina we'll sail - a fishing for the humpback whale. So keep a sharp lookout me lads - for the whale is on the run, And we'll chase them into Byron Bay and kill them with our gun. The harpoon and the line fly true - bedding deep into the whale, And she split the timbers of the ship, with a flurry of her tail, The rigging struts were snapped in two, we reeled beneath the blow, Then the gunner fired a killer shot, and the humpback sank below. Now make her tail fast to the bow - we've got no time for bed, For four and twenty hours each day, we kept that factory fed. The flensing men upon the land - some had been jackaroos, But they skinned the blubber off them whales - like they'd skinned the kangaroos. One hundred whales then fifty more - to the factory we did send, Till a message said knock off me lads - the season's at an end. Back into Ballina we sailed - tied up and stowed the gear, Then all hands headed for the pub, and we filled ourselves with beer. Australian Tradition, VFMC, May 1970, p2 copyright: Harry Robertson BB oct00
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