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 cranÂ