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Three fishers went sailing out into the west |
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Out into the west as the sun went down |
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Each thought on the woman that loved him the best, and |
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The children stood watching them out on the town |
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For men must work and women must weep |
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For there's little to earn and many to keep, and |
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The harbour bar be moanin' |
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The harbour bar be moanin' |
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Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower |
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They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down, and |
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They looked at the squall and they looked at the shower, and |
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The night-wrack came rollin' in, ragged and brown |
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For men must work and women must weep |
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For the storms be sudden and the waters be deep, and |
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The harbour bar be moanin' and |
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The harbour bar be moanin' |
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Men must work and women must weep |
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For the storms be sudden and the waters be deep, and |
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The harbour bar be moanin' and |
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The harbour bar be moanin' |
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Three corpses lay out on the shining sand |
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In the morning gleam as the tide went down, and |
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The women were weepin' and wringin' their hands |
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For those who would never come back to the town |
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Men must work and the women must weep, for |
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The sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep, and |
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Goodbye to the bar and its moanin', and |
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Goodbye to the bar and its moanin' |
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The men must work and the women must weep, for |
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The sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep, and |
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Goodbye to the bar and its moanin', and |
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Goodbye to the bar and its moanin' |
