North to the Faeroe Islands, South to the coast of Spain West with the whaling fleet, and up to the Pole again Over the world of water, seventeen seas we've strayed Now to the North we're sailing, back to the trawling trade Come ye bold seafaring lads, there's fortunes to be made In the trawling trade. Back to the midnight landings, back to the fish dock smell Back to the frozen wind, as white as the teeth of Hell Back to the strangest game, that ever a man has played Follow the stormy rollers, back to the trawling trade CHO Down with your nets and tackle, down with your nets and gear Wait for the winches winding, wait for the deckies' cheer Up with the shining harvest, glittering silver sprayed Down to the decks below to pay for the trawling trade CHO Home with a harvest wind and back to the Humber tide Run to the water's edge and jump to the waterside Roll with a rolling bunch of fishermen newly-paid Down to the dockside pubs to drink to the trawling trade CHO North to the Faeroe Islands, South to the coast of Spain West with the whaling fleet, and up to the Pole again Over the world of water, seventeen seas we've strayed Now to the North we're sailing, back to the trawling trade Cho:
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