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The Final Trawl
By A. Fisher
A song here from the pen of Archie Fisher, one of Scotland's finest singer songwriters.  It doesn't seem so long ago that songs were being written in praise of the amounts of fish being caught.  Now, a sign of the times, a song lamenting the scrapping of a fishing vessel, an all too common occurrence these days as the fishing industry becomes more and more difficult to sustain.

Archie has written a few heave-away type lines for this song, so please try not to get too seasick during it all.  If you do, just remember that we Celts are the greatest inventors of seasickness cures in the world.  In Scotland, you simply hang over the side of the ship with a coin between your teeth.  In Ireland you sit under a tree.

LYRICS:

Now it's three lang years since we made her pay
Heave away my laddie o
And the owners say that she's had her day
And sing haul away my laddie o

So it's heave away for the final trawl
Heave away my laddie o
It's an easy pull for the catch is small
And sing haul away my laddie o

And we'll join the venture and the morning star
Heave away my laddie o
Riding high and empty before the bar
And sing haul away my laddie o

And I'd rather beach her on the skerry rock
Heave away my laddie o
Than see her torched in the breakers dock
And sing haul away my laddie o

And when I die you can lay me down
Heave away my laddie o
In a rusty hold where the breakers pound
And sing haul away my laddie o

For I've fished a lifetime boy and man
Heave away my laddie o
And the final trawl scarcely nets a cran
And sing haul away my laddie o


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