It`s been three long years
Since we made her pay,
Sing, haul away, my laddie-o
And we can`t get by on the subsidy,
Sing haul away, my laddie-o
So now you heave away,
For the final trawl
Sing haul away, my laddie-o
It`s an easy pull
For the catch is small
Sing haul away, my laddie-o.
And then you take your gear, lad,
And batten down,
And I`ll taker her wheel, lad,
And turn her `round.
And then we`ll join the `Venture`
And the `Morning Star`
Riding high and empty
Towards the bar.
For I`d rather beach her
On the Skerry rock
Than to see her torched
In the breakers dock
Then when I die,
You can stow me down
In her rusty hold
Where the breakers sound
And then I`ll make the haven
Of Fiddler`s Green
Where the grub is good,
And the bunks are clean
For I`ve fished a lifetime,
Boy and man
And this final trawl
Scarcely makes a cran.
And it`s been three long years
Since we made her pay
And we can`t get by
On the subsidy
Sing haul away, my laddie-o.
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Note:
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`Sing haul away, my laddie-o` appears after the 2nd and 4th
line of each verse - as shown in the first and second verse