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