Well it's blackfish at play in Hermitage Bay
From Pushthrough across to Bois Island
They broach and they sprout and they lift their flukes out
And they wave to a town that is dying
Now it's many's the boats that have plied on the foam,
Hauling away! Hauling away!
But there's many more fellows been leaving their homes,
Where whales make free in the harbour
It's at Portage and Main you'll see them again
On their way to the hills of Alberta
With lop-side grins, they waggle their chins
And they brag of the wage they'll be earning
Then it's quick, pull the string boys, and get the loot out,
Haul it away! Haul it away!
But just two years ago you could hear the same shout
Where the whales make free in the harbour
Free in the harbour; the blackfish are sporting again
Free in the harbour; untroubled by comings and goings of men
Who once did persue them as oil from the sea,
Hauling away! Hauling away!
Now they're Calgary roughnecks from Hermitage Bay,
Where the whales make free in the harbour
Well, it's living they've found, deep in the ground,
And if there's doubts, it's best they ignore them
Nor think on the bones, the crosses and stones
Of their fathers that came there before them
In the taverns of Edmonton, fishermen shout
Haul it away! Haul it away!
They left three hundred years buried up the Bay
Where the whales make free in the harbour
Free in the harbour; the blackfish are sporting again
Free in the harbour; untroubled by comings and goings of men
Who once did persue them as oil from the sea,
Hauling away! Hauling away!
Now they're Calgary roughnecks from Hermitage Bay,
Where the whales make free in the harbour