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Waiting on the shore
This song is about the trials and hardshis faced by inshore fishermen, the occupation of many of my ancestors, from the 16th century to the early 20th century |
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Lyrics
Waiting on the shore
My father was a fisherman when I was young
When he could he'd harvest from the sea
With pots and nets and little flags from which they hung
He'd go out and do battle with the sea
When the fleet had sailed and the wind turned east
Woman used to gather on the shore
They knew it was good for neither man nor beast
They'd count the boats as they returned to shore
Chorus
Well its easy for the farmhands and factory men
A shift a day then home for a pint of ale
Wives and mothers sit and prey for fishermen
Every time those fishing boats set sail
Often the weather stopped them sailing
They'd gather on the quay with pots and nets
Clay pipes in their mouths and talk of whaling
Remembering those storms no man forgets
In one such storm y father lost his brother
Six kids and a wife was all he left
She knew she'd never find another
The war and sea no man had left
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Now I come home from work I sit and wonder
Would I be here now if I'd set sail
And I go out to the pub over yonder
And dad and me we share a glass of ale
We often talk of when the fleet was sailing
And of th3e endless fight against the sea
Of how his life has changed now its fading
And why I never followed him to sea
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