Fisherman's Wife
Lyricist:Ewan Mac Coll
All the week your man's awa'
And all the week you bide your lane
All the time you're waiting for
The minute that he's comin' hame
Ye ken whit why he has to work
Ye ken the hours he has to keep
And yet it's makes you angry when
Ye see him just come home to sleep
Through the months and through the years
While you're bringin' up the bairns
Your man's awa' to here and there
Are followin' the shoals of herrin'
And when he's back there's nets to mend
You've maybe got a score or twa
And when he's done he'll rise and say
Wife it's time I was awa'
Work and wait and dree your weird
And pin your faith in herrin' sales
And of times lie awake at nicht
In fear and dread of winter gales
But men maun work to earn their breid
And men must sweat to gain their fee
And fishermen will aye gang oot
As long as fish swim in the sea,
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