FISHERMANS PRIDE
How the good life they promised, was
beyond his control
He fished off the shores of old
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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