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My dreams as a young lad was a fisherman to be
I'd welcome my father home from the sea
With his hand on my shoulder and a wink in his eye
Son always be proud you're a fisherman's boy
My father was a good man and proud of his trade
He never got rich off the money he made
But the love for his family no money could buy
I'll always be proud I'm a fisherman's boy
The herring would come and the caplin would go
No squid in the fall he would go in the hole
No corn beef or salt pork, no white bread or rye
And I'll always be proud I'm a fisherman's boy
The winters were long and the living was tough
Salt fish and dough bread there wasn't enough
He'd look at his family with a tear in his eye
Saying always be proud you're a fisherman's boy
The years have gone by now and the times they have changed
To turn back the pages there's nothing to gain
But the things I'll remember 'til the day that I die
Son always be proud you're a fisherman's boy
His fishing had ended in the year '44
His hardships his troubles no more
If he could return now and see what I've done
I know he'd be proud of his fisherman son
You doctors, you lawyers, you teachers you can
Go seek out your fortune across the great land
But wherever you go, lads hold your heads high
And always be proud you're a fisherman's boy