THE FOGGY FOGGY BANKS (Anon) Out on the foggy foggy banks We pitch and toss about And blow our frozen fingers When we hear our skipper shout Chorus: Heave away on your capstan, lads Give a hand to heave the trawl When we get the fish on board We’ll have another haul Heave away on your capstan, lads Give a hand to heave the trawl In the middle of the night, heave ho ye all When I was but a lad at school, I would not stay at home Like lots of other foolish lads, I thought I’d sooner roam Soon I joined a trawler and there I quickly found It wasn’t no plain sailing, when I reached the trawlin’ ground Chorus Sailing on the ocean far from the Port of Bluff The southern gale is rising and the sea starts getting rough When waves are falling ‘round us and pounding on the deck It’s hard to keep your footing as you try to save your neck Chorus We work our guts out day and night, our backs are stiff and sore There’s nothing more inviting than safe ashore once more When the work is finally over, hard up our tiller goes West by south to the harbour’s mouth, to the big jib on her nose Chorus (x2) A song from the fishermen of Bluff. The above lyrics are those in Phil Garland's recording. This version is longer than that printed at page 48 of 'Song of a Young Country'. Youtube clip --Stewie.
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