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!

In from the edge of the floe.

Au jana! Aua! Oha! Haq!

And the yelping dog-teams go,

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,