歌词
Hear, men, hear the bowsman
Grab your nets and put to sea
Keep an eye out for the hewer
And the haze
Bowsmen guide your crews,
Steer your oarsmen straight and true
Keep us safe and hold her steady
As she sways
November brings the herring
And October brings the hake
The storms of winter
Keep us firm ashore
We'll be crabbing in the spring
Hauling mackerel as we sing
And in summer we'll the pilchard
In to store
Row, boys, row!
Row against the tide
Hear the hewer cry
Boys, row!
Row, boys, row
We'll catch 'em on the run, boys
Row until we're done, boys
Row
Empty baskets line the deck
The shoal is moving east
The sailboats form a circle with the hail
The hewers off to bay
The welcome never came
And our load is full
Our shirts are wet with sweat
The womenfolk will clean them all
And stack them high and dry
Our cellars filled with salt
And silver scale
And then our daily toil
Be to Preston for the oil
To see us through the winter storms
And gales
Row, boys, row!
Row against the tide
Hear the hewer cry
Boys, row!
Row, boys, row
We'll catch 'em on the run, boys
Row until we're done, boys
Row
And then we'll drink the health
Of Catholic folk
And to the Pope
They can search the whole world over
Pole to pole
May they all repent
And extend their term of lent
For there's nothing quite like pilchard
For the saving of the soul
Row, boys, row!
Row against the tide
Hear the hewer cry
Boys, row!
Row, boys, row
We'll catch 'em on the run, boys
Row until we're done, boys
Row
Row, boys, row!
Row against the tide
Hear the hewer cry
Boys, row!
Row, boys, row
We'll catch 'em on the run, boys
Row until we're done, boys
Row
Row until you're done boys row!