108 - Windy Old Weather
Words by traditionalTune by traditional
As we were a fishing off Happisburgh Light,
Shooting and trawling and hauling all night.
It was…
Windy old weather, stormy old weather.
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When the wind blows we all pull together
We first saw the herring, the queen of the sea.
She says ‘you old skipper you’ll never catch me’
In this…
We next saw the mackerel, with stripes on his back
‘Time you old skipper to change your port tack’
In this…
We then saw the plaice, with spots on her side.
She says ‘you old skipper, these seas you can’t ride’
In this…
We next saw a thresher, as strong as a horse.
He says ‘you old skipper, you’re miles off your course’
In this…
We next saw the conger, as long as a mile.
‘Wind’s rising easterly’ he says with a smile.
In this…
Now I think what these fishes is saying is right.
So we’ll haul in our nets and we’ll make for the Light
In this…