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For all good fishermen sail away And scour the seas for many a day And now grown rich with cargo stored They steer their course, for Scotland's shore. For men of the ocean Their lives set to motion While wives wait on shore For their good men, while breakers roar. The sea is our way of life For me, the wee ones & wife But, it can also bring sorrow On the ocean, with the dawn of the morrow. We are the fishermen of the sea All of my mates, the captain, and me We work where the fish are & birds soar We've done it for years, on Scotland's Shore. ~Lyn~ 2001© |
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