Fishermans Song by Irish Descendants Lyrics

When the morning comes on and the goes astray
The men in the harbour prepare a new day
The fog in the distance still covers the sun
But that doesn’t matter there’s work to be done

The engine’s awaken one after one
As their boats leave their collars for another days run
And in minutes the harbour is silent and bare
As time keeps on turning they soon disappear

So heave away hole away look to the sea
The men of this island so wild and so free
Heave away hole away look to the sea
The men of this island so dauntless and free

As their forefathers caught them out to be brave
While hauling there day’s catch they’re nobody’s slave
Some days are in favour and more in despair
But those men understand if the fish is not there

The wives are at home, preparing the tea
For their hardworking Fisherman out on the sea
They’re hoping today is the best one …
For some clothing and food for their kids in the fog
So heave away hole away look to the sea
The men of this island so wild and so free
Heave away hole away look to the sea
The men of this island so dauntless and free