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Now back when this earth
was as silver-blue jewel
back when your grandfathers'
fathers were young
men of these shores
made and gave up their lives
pulling up fish from the sea

While down in the African slavery trade
stealin' young men
to cut sugar cane
Rum to New Bedford
and cod fish from Maine
they were building a wall
that will always remain

Oh, the crown and the cross
the musket and the chain
the white man's religion
the family name
two hundred years later
and who is to blame
the captain or the cargo
or the juice of the sugar cane

The dory man, he knows
when the riptides will run
he sets out his nets
and he waits in the sun
he thinks of his family
and drinks of his rum
and he waits for the cod fish to come

Its the same old damned ocean
that keeps them alive
it will swallow you up
it will let you survive
it will heal you and steal you
and take you away
like a note in a bottle
with nothing to say

Now back when this earth
was a silver-blue jewel
back when your grandfathers'
fathers were young
men of the shores
made and gave up their lives
pulling up fish from the sea

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