Three Fishers

Three fishers went sailing out into the West

Out into the West as the sun went down

Each thought on the woman that loves him the best

And the children stood watching them out of the town

For men must work and women must weep

For there's little to earn and there's many to keep

And the harbour bar be moaning

And the harbour bar be moaning

Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower

Trimming the lamps as the sun went down

They looked at the squall and they looked

at the shower

And the night-wrack came rolling in

ragged and brown

For men must work and women must weep

Though the storms be sudden and the waters

be deep

And the harbour bar be moaning

And the harbour bar be moaning

Three corpses lay out on the shining sands

In the morning gleam as the tide went down

And the women were weeping and wringing

their hands

For those who will never come back

to the town

For men must work and women must weep

For the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep

And good-bye to the bar and its moaning

And good-bye to the bar and its moaning