Windy Old Weather

Windy Old Weather—Shanty
Bob Roberts

As we were a-fishin'—off Haisburgh Light,
Shootin' an' haulin'—an' trawlin' all night,

It was windy old weather—stormy old weather,
When the wind blows—we all pull together.

When up jumped a HERRING—the queen of the sea,
Says now, "Old Skipper—you cannot catch me,"

In this ...

We sighted a THRASHER—a-slashin' his tail,
"Time now Old Skipper—to hoist up your sail."

Then up jumps a SLIPSOLE—as strong as a horse,
Says now, "Old Skipper—you're miles off your course."

Then along comes a PLAICE—who's got spots on his side,
Says, "Not much longer—these seas you can ride."

Then up rears a CONGER—as long as a mile,
"Winds comin' east'ly"—he says with a smile.

I think what these fishes are sayin' is right,
We'll haul up our gear now an' steer for the light.

Cos it's ...