Celtic Junction Arts Review
And what is a Wellerman?
Shawn McBurnie
Sea shanties have sprung into our collective awareness lately, and with good reason. They’re an expression of community and camaraderie, of working together in tandem and in harmonyâthings we sorely miss in person in the COVID era. The sudden popularity of Scottish postman Nathan Evansâ videos of himself singing several shanties, most notably âThe Wellerman,â has given rise to a surge of interest and myriad renditions and remixes. But as usual, internet fame barely scratches the surface. Who or what is a Wellerman, and is the song evenâtechnically speakingâa shanty?
Sea shanties are work songs, and as such they come in several flavors depending on the specific type of work to be doneâmost of which involves hauling on a rope in some capacity. The ability to keep a work crew in close coordination was essential on board a sailing ship, and it was said with reason that âa good shantyman is worth four hands on the rope.â
True shanties tend to fall into three fairly broad categories.
Short-haul (or short-drag) shanties feature brief verses and choruses, suited for quickly completing a task. “Haul on the Bowline” is one popular example. (Audio samples from the Smithsonian Folkways recording Foc’sle Songs and Shanties.)
Long-haul (or halyard) shanties, for longer tasks where a pause-and-pull rhythm is needed, are longer, often featuring verses that can be added or removed to suit the length of the job, and often take a call-and response form so the sailors can sing briefly and save most of their breath for the work. Here’s “The Black Ball Line.”
Finally, capstan or windlass shanties feature a prominent and consistent rhythm so sailors turning a capstan or, arguably, working a bilge pump, can easily keep in step. (There is indeed some argument on that last point, as some scholars maintain that pumping shanties are their own distinct category.) “Leave Her, Johnny” is well suited to these tasks.
But also, there are forebitters, or foâcâsle songs, which served an important function on board ship despite not being shanties in the purest sense. These are for recreation: entertainment, storytelling, and humor. The Wellerman, with its clear narrative, comparatively long chorus, and preposterous conclusion, is a good candidate for that last category. In the broader sense of nautical songs with a strong engaging beat, however, it is eminently a sea shanty!
Regardless of how or whether you categorize it, thereâs a lot going on in and around this song that may not be immediately clear. Letâs have a listen…
There once was a ship that sailed to sea The name of the ship was the Billy oâ TeaâŚ
Hold up. The who of what?
Turns out a âbilly of teaâ is a phrase from Australia and New Zealand, for a âbilly-canâ (a repurposed large can that had typically held âbully beef,â or corned beef, with a wire bail added to suspend it over a fire) full of⌠well, tea. Those who arenât from Down Under may remember a glancing mention in âWaltzing Matildaâ as our hero waited âtil his billy boiled. This places our ship, or her origin at least, in the Southern Hemisphere.
The winds blew up, her bow dipped down So blow, me bully boys, blow
A sailing ship running before high winds would pitch forward, lowering the bow and raising the stern. Itâs unclear how much additional effect her crew blowingâhowever robust or âbullyâ they might beâwould have under these conditions.
Soon may the Wellerman come To bring us sugar and tea and rum
When I first looked into the songâs background, I wondered whether the Wellerman was a corruption of Hindi wallah, as a chai-wallah is a tea vendor and the word was one of many colonial imports from India to the British Empire at large. The real story is more interesting: the Wellermen crewed provisioning ships operated by the Weller Brothers, who established a whaling station at ĹtÄkou, on the southeastern coast of New Zealandâs South Island, in 1831 and, seizing opportunity, began provisioning other coastal whaling vessels in the area by the peak of the stationâs short-lived success in 1833.
As it turns out, the Wellermen were as much an expression of colonialism as the chai-wallah would have been, as ĹtÄkou was originally a MÄori settlement. Permission was negotiated for the stationâs adjacent establishment, involving trade agreements (boats, guns, and ammunition from the Wellers, for pigs, potatoes, and flax; flax being a staple of the Wellersâ trade empire) and one of the Weller brothers, Edward, marrying Paparu, the daughter of the local ĹtÄkou chief Tahatu, with whom he had a daughter named Fanny. After Paparuâs death in 1836 he then married chief Taiaroaâs daughter Nikuru and had a second daughter named Nani. He was widowed again, and when the station shut down he left both of his daughters behind and returned to New South Wales.
Such marriages were a common MÄori strategy as part of an overall effort to bring colonizing Europeans into their whanaungatanga (interconnectedness; community) and thus align their interests; results varied. In addition, MÄori made up a substantial minority of the stationâs workforceâthough this did not necessarily enhance the popularity of the arrangement. Tensions flared at times; the station was occasionally ransacked and was burned once, at which time Edward himself was held for ransom.
Amid all of this history it would seem the Billy oâ Tea herself is fictional, much like her slightly ridiculous fate⌠but Iâm getting ahead of myself.
One day when the tonguinâ is done Weâll take our leave and go
Whaling was a difficult, dangerous, and thankless profession. Accordingly, leaving the ship and going anywhere else was a glowing prospect, often dwelt upon in whaling songs. It might or might not be paid in proportion to its difficulty and the profits it generatedâusually not, despite the promises of agents eager to recruit sailors. New Zealand coastal whalers and tonguers were often paid in kind, with the very goods the Wellerman delivered, and after the company and agent had taken their cut, the remainder was meager. As a contemporary local song, Come All You Tonguers, put it: âGo hang the agent, the company too / They are making a fortune off me and off you / No chance of a passage from out of this place / And the price of living’s a blooming disgrace.â
Tonguing, specifically, was an on-shore prospect for coastal whalers such as the Billy oâ Tea. It involved butchering the whale, rendering the blubber for oil, and preparing the bone for use in its myriad roles (which are now filled by plastics). For those who caught whales off Greenland or in other seas similarly distant from settlements on land, there was nothing for it: the whale had to be processed and rendered on board ship, despite the danger of rendering oil on any but the calmest seas. But the Billyâs crew had only to tow their catch to a station such as the Weller Brothersâ so that the tonguing could be done on dry land, and thence, if the songâs hope was to be believed, take their leave.
She had not been two weeks from shore When down on her a right whale bore The Captain called all hands and swore He'd take that whale in tow
Our shipâs finally in luck. Not only a whale, but a right whale, so named because their buoyancy, abundance of oil and whalebone, and typically gentle and curious disposition made them the âright whaleâ to hunt. (The whalesâ own opinion on this was somewhat different.) The Captainâs plan is, again, typical for the time and region: tow the whale to a station for tonguing. But first, of course, she must be killed. This turns out to be less than straightforward for the Billyâs crew.
Before the boat had hit the water The whale's tail came up and caught her All hands to the side, harpooned and fought her When she dived down below
Sailors were lowered in boats, typically crewed by four to seven rowers and one harpooner, to approach and impale the whale with barbed iron harpoons, ideally setting one with a heavy rope line behind the left flipper (where the whale couldnât dislodge it) for later towing, and then going on to pierce the lungs or heart and kill the whale. It seems this particular whale may have had some experience with boats and harpoons and isnât eager for more, and a whaleboat was no match for the tail of an angry whale if it came to direct contact.
No line was cut, no whale was freed; The Captain's mind was not on greed But he belonged to the whaleman's creed; She took that ship in tow
After their initial difficulties and probable loss of life, the crew manages to harpoon the whale and return a line fastened to a harpoon in the whale to the ship, where it is made fast. Ideallyâfrom the whalersâ perspectiveâthe whale is dead by this point. Not so for the hapless Billy. But the Captain isnât about to give up and let her goânot because of the money, but because of the principle of the thing, weâre told, though some skepticism is justifiedâso the whale tows the ship rather than the other way around.
For forty days, or even more The line went slack, then tight once more All boats were lost, there were only four But still that whale did go
All the shipâs boats have been smashed and it seems the harpoons are in only deep enough to annoy and inconvenience the whale. But even the strongest whale can only tow a ship for so long. Right?
As far as I've heard, the fight's still on; The line's not cut and the whale's not gone The Wellerman makes his regular call To encourage the Captain, crew, and all
No word on how the whale is faring in all this, but if it werenât for the Wellerman prospects would be dismal indeed for the remaining crew. (It is sporting of the whale to pause for these âregular calls.â)
Of course, the reality was both grimmer and less drawn out. Once harpooned and made fast to the ship, there was only so long a whale could hold out even if it had not been successfully stabbed in the vitals; the only hope was to threaten the ship’s seaworthiness and be cut free.
Through the mid-1830s a steady stream of dead whales were towed into the Weller Brothersâ station, and whale oil and bone flowed out; in their heyday, they processed upward of 100 whales a year. However, New Zealand coastal whaling, even more than Greenland whaling, which had already collapsed by this point, sowed the seeds of its own destruction; this was where the right whales calved, and hunting them had a devastating impact on their population. As a result, in 1841, the ĹtÄkou station shut down for lack of whales; others would follow.
In the midst of this, in 1843, naturalist Ernst Dieffenbach observed: âThe shorewhalers, in hunting the animal in the season when it visits the shallow waters of the coast to bring forth the young, and suckle it in security, have felled the tree to obtain the fruit.â
Among the assets sold off at the stationâs closing was the whaling barque Lucy Ann, in which the brothers had arrived at ĹtÄkouâthe same vessel that picked Herman Melville up, along with four other âbeachcombers,â from Nuku Hiva in 1842. His experiences thereâand previously on another whaler, Acushnet, from which he had jumped ship five months earlier in disgust at the âcaprice and tyranny of the captainââwould inform both Omoo, a fictionalized account including time on the Lucy Ann, and Moby-Dick, which he began writing in early 1850 and published in late 1851.
By the 1850s the coastal whaling stations had become New Zealandâs first ghost towns. We can place the Billy oâ Tea and her Wellermanâand that tireless whaleâsquarely between 1833 and 1841, and there they remain, nearly two hundred years later.
The rest of New Zealandâs southern right whales have, happily, not remained in that moment. In the early 20th Century there were estimated to be only 30-40 mature females in that population, and no right whales at all were seen in New Zealand mainland waters between 1928 and 1963. By contrast, in 2016 the overall population was estimated to be over 3000 whales, and its ongoing recovery rate was put at 7% per year as of 2009, which would put it well above 4000 by now. Whale watching now contributes to a sustainable tourist industry in the coastal waters that the likes of the Billy once hunted.
Meanwhile, though they are no longer needed for bringing whaling crews together for arduous work, sea shanties still bring us a sense of community and, for a moment, a satisfying shared purpose.