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jailors: 



" Blow, my bully boys, blow." 



Gabriel: 



** And what do you think they had for supper ? 

 Old hard tack and Yankee leather. 

 Then blow, my boys, for better weather. 

 Blow, my boys, I love to hear you." 



Sailors: 



" Blow, my bully boys, blow." 

 So with a heave and a song we soon had our 

 whale stowed, bone and blubber, below hatches. 

 The Reindeer and the Helen Marr had drifted 

 far away from us by the time our work was 

 finished, but they were still in sight and their try- 

 works smoking. Our whale yielded 1,800 pounds 

 of bone. 



