The Deep Blue Sea (Fisherman)

When I was a boy on my grandpa’s knee,

as he told me stories of the voyages he

Had done as a lad, I knew that I, like he,

would be a fisherman out on the deep blue sea

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We’d cast off the ropes and we’d set sail

We would sing this song to the roaring gails

Monkfish would our reward be,

As fishermen out on the deep blue sea

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My mother bought makrel fresh from the quay

She would bring it back home and grill it for tea

If I had a boat we’d be eating for free

A fisherman out on the deep blue sea

 

A fisherman out on the deep blue sea

Setting sail from the west country

Pollock and cod would our fortune be

As fishermen out on the deep blue sea

 

The years went by and I learned the ropes

Tied the knots and bought a boat

With some lads from the village, and we set out to be

Fishermen out on the deep blue sea

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The Spanish took our quota and the paperwork grew

The crates stood empty – orders from the EU

The catch was almost gone – I knew I’d no longer be

A fisherman out on the deep blue sea

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