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The Yarmouth Fishermen's Song
Harry Cox
On the fourteenth of November
From Yarmouth we set sail.
The wind being east-north-east—my boys
With a sweet and a pleasant gale.
Until it did blow hard
And the sea rolled mountains high,
And at night when we did shoot—my boys
How dismal looked the sky.
The morning when we haul-ed
Our anchor we let go,
There's very few of
fish—my boys
But sorrows you do know.
There's very few can tell
What
poor fishermen undergo,
Only those who're on the salt seas
When the stormy
wynds do blow.
We bent our other anchor
And by it we did ride.
Full four hours and
more
Bore a strong lee tide.
Until my watch on deck
When they did so
loudly call,
Here's a ship came down upon us
So master they did call.
To think she did go clear of us
We all were very glad.
You must think and recollect—my boys,
Our case is very hard.
To think she did go clear of us,
But so glad were all our lot,
For she came so very close to us
Our cable for to cut.
At least it was not all,
For our ropes on fire did get.
We did not lose for the wants of them,
We did not lose for wit.
But into harbour leak her
And on the slips did go,
And the next day put to sea again,
Hurrah, hurrah my boys.
So now our voyage is ended
And all things are done.
Here's health unto
our owner,
Here's health unto his son.
Here's health unto the
people
That stood the voyage through,
And here's health unto our
master,
Our boy and all the crew.
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