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Rh For less than a blackfish,—there's no oil in a killer's or finback's coat. There was rich reward for the look-out men,—tobacco for even a sail, And a barrel of oil for the lucky dog who'd be first to "raise" a whale. The crew was a mixture from every land, and many a tongue they spoke; And when they sat in the fo'castle, enjoying an evening smoke, There were tales told, youngster, would make you stare,—stories of countless shoals Of devil-fish in the Pacific and right-whales away at the Poles. There was one of these fo'castle yarns that we always loved to hear,— Kanaka and Maori and Yankee; all lent an eager ear To that strange old tale that was always new, the wonderful treasure-tale Of an old Down-Eastern harpooneer who had struck an Amber Whale!