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Now the ice still clings to the rocks in the harbour,
And the men are out poundin' in Uncle Jim's shed,
For there's traps to be built and more to be mended,
No time for to waste for the work must be done.
And the fisherman knows life don't come easy,
What he builds with his hands must come tumblin' down.
But then how could life be any other way?
With the courage that God gives and the forefather's know-how
They have clung to the shores like kelp to the rocks.
Generations of hardships have all been forgotten.
With a grin and a chuckle they know life must go on.
And the fisherman knows life don't come easy,
What he builds with his hands must come tumblin' down.
But then how could life be any other way?
And they know of the pleasures of soft easy livin',
And they know that with those pleasures come torment and pain,
So they keep on choppin' and poundin' and haulin',
For it's only the hard work that keeps a man sane.
And the fisherman knows life don't come easy,
What he builds with his hands must come tumblin' down.
But then how could life be any other way?
Now the ice still clings to the rocks in the harbour,
And the boys are still sleepin' at quarter to two.
They'll be drinkin' and smokin' and dealin' with boredom,
For it's hard when you're idle and no work to do.
And the fisherman knows life don't come easy,
What he builds with his hands must come tumblin' down.
But then how could life be any other way?
But then how could life be any other way?