Archie Fisher 1977?
“inspired by a pair of rusting decommissioned trawlers off Scrabster Harbour. The death of a boat is the first casualty in the decline of a fishing community. This song is dedicated to all of the hardy fisherfolk at sea and ashore.”
Now it’s three long years since we made her pay Sing “Haul away”, my laddie O And the owners say that she’d had her day And sing “Haul away”, my laddie O So heave away for the final trawl It’s an easy pull, for the catch is small Then’s stow your gear, lads, and batten down And I’ll take the wheel, lads, and I’ll turn her ’round And we’ll join the Venture and the Morning Star Riding high and empty towards the bar For I’d rather beach her on the Skerry Rock Than to see her torched in the breaker’s dock And when I die you can stow me down In her rusty hold, where the breakers pound Then I’d make the haven of Fiddlers Green Where the grub is good and the bunks are clean For I’ve fished a lifetime, boy and man And the final trawl scarcely makes a cran