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gether; but the hold of our ship is "all chocked 

 off," she is "full up to the hatch coamings/* 

 More whales might be caught, more stories might 

 be told, but there is no room left for stowing 

 any kind of cargo. We must pass the word, 

 "All hands up anchor for home!" and strike up 

 the chanty that was usually sung by the crews on 

 such an occasion: 



" We're homeward bound to New Bedford town ; 



Good-by, fare you well; good-by, fare you well; 

 When we get there we will walk around; 



Hurrah, my boys, we're homeward bound. 



"And now our ship is full, my boys; 



Good-by, fare you well; good-by, fare you well; 

 We'll think of home and all its joys ; 



Hurrah, my boys, we're homeward bound. 



" It's when you see those New Bedford girls ; 



Good-by, fare you well; good-by, fare you well; 

 With their bright blue eyes and flowing curls; 



Hurrah, my boys, we're homeward bound. 



"When we're paid off, we'll have a good time; 



Good-by, fare you well; good-by, fare you well; 

 The sparking of girls and the drinking of wine; 



Hurrah, my boys, we're homeward bound. 



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