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FISHERMANS PRIDE

 

The old man was angry, he wanted to know

How the good life they promised, was beyond his control

From a long line he come, of old fishermen

He fished off the shores of old Labrador, when he was but ten.

 

And the way that he captured, the prize of the sea

With his life now in shambles, it's just a fond memory

Of the long lines he hauled, he knew them as trawls

Of six or eight lines, that he hauled several times, how nice to recall.

 

He remembers the old days, in the spring of the year

When the news would be heard, of fish coming near

The cod traps were ready, when the caplin arrived

He tried everything, if a dollar it bring, that's how he survived.

 

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Now his boats are all chevied, his gear is all old

The life that he longs for, is beyond his control

Though the time keeps on moving, his memory lags

And the pay that he gets, is a government cheque, for now he's on Taggs.

 

Now some days he wonders, what good will it do

And how will he make it, when the program is through

So he waits without knowing, he utters a prayer

As he talks with his wife, about a fisherman's life, that is no longer there.

 

For he's just a shadow, of his poor Fathers name

And he feels quite dejected, but he's not to blame

For the way that the fishery, was so blindly destroyed

And away went his pay, and his freedom to say; I have a fisherman's pride.

 

For the way that the fishery, was so blindly destroyed

And away went his pay, and his freedom to say; I have a fisherman's pride.

 

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