This is a very free translation of the Song of the Returning Hunter, as the men used to sing it after seal-spearing. The Inuit always repeat things over and over again.
Our gloves are stiff with the frozen blood,
Our furs with the drifted snow,
As we come in with the seal—the seal!
And the long whips crack, and the men come back,
Back from the edge of the floe !
We tracked our seal to his secret place,
We made our mark, and we watched beside,
We raised our lance when he rose to breathe,
And we played him thus, and we killed him thus,
Our gloves are glued with the frozen blood,
Our eyes with the drifting snow;
But we come back to our wives again,
Back from the edge of the floe!
And the wives can hear their men come back.