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North to the Faeroe Islands, south to the coast of Spain

West with the whaling fleet and 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 trawling trade

Come, ye bold sea-faring lads

There's fortunes 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 trawling trade

Come, ye bold sea-faring lads

There's fortunes to be made

In the trawling trade

Down wi yer nets and tackle, down wi yer nets and gear

Wait for the winches winding, wait for the deckie's cheer

Up wi the shining harvest, glittering silver spray

Down to the decks below to pay for the trawling trade

Come, ye bold sea-faring lads

There's fortunes to be made

In the trawling trade

Home wi the harvest wind and back to the Humber tide

Down to the water's edge and jump to the waterside

Roll with a rolling bunch of fishermen newly paid

Down to dockside pubs to drink to the trawling trade

Come, ye bold sea-faring lads

There's fortunes to be made

In the trawling trade

North to the Faeroe Islands, south to the coast of Spain

West with the whaling fleet and 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 trawling trade

Come, ye bold sea-faring lads

There's fortunes to be made

In the trawling trade

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