Poem on display in the South Georgia Museum in Grytviken. Composed in 1956 by an overwintering whaler at Leith Harbour, one of South Georgia’s whaling stations.
The Sickened Whaler
Oh! Let me die lest I rot,
Upon this isle which Salvesen’s got,
From the Falklands he has taken
All the things which they’ve forsaken.
Fish cakes, meat balls, things like that
Things which wouldn’t even feed a Cat.
These things have not come of late
But have been so since he did take.