The Humpback Whale

'56, I sailed on board a ship called Byron One

She's carried trawler men on deck and a harpoon whaling gun

A tractor for a whale winch and the ship's an old fair mile

Twin diesels turned the screws around, she'll whale a fine old style

Oh you trawler men, come on, forget your snapper and your prawn

For it's out of Ballard we'll sail, fishing for the humpback whale

Keep a sharp look out, my lads, the whale she's on the run

And we'll drive her into Byron bay and we'll shoot her with our guns

The harpoon and the lines fly through very deep into the whale

She split the timbers of the ship with a flurry of her tail