THE TRAWLIN TRADE North to the Faeroe Islands, south to the coast of Spain West with the Whaling fleet und 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 trawlin’ trade Chorus: Come, ye bold sea-farin’ lads There’s fortune to be made In the trawling trade Back to the midnight landings, back to the fish salt smell Back to the frozen winds that bite like the teeth of hell Back to the strangest game that ever a man has played Haul the stormy rollers back to the trawlin’ trade Chorus Doon wi yer nets and teckle, doon wi yer nets and gear Wait for the winches winding, wait fort he deckie’s cheer Up wi the shining harvest, glittering silver spray Down to the decks below to pay fort he trawlin’ trade Chorus Home wi the harvest wind and back to the Humber tide Down to the waters’s edge and jump to the waterside Roll with a rolling bunch of fishermen newly paid Down to the dockside pubs to trink to the trawlin’ trade Chorus