I looked into this thread expecting to find Barry Dransfield's I Once Was A Fisherman.

Since I didn't, here it is:

There's gold in the channel when the sun lights the sea
But the boats are all pulled up and stranded like me
I once was a fisherman, now come ashore
'Cause they won't let us go to sea anymore.

To the sea anymore,
No, they won't let us go to sea anymore.

In the old town of Hastings the people can see
Our sheds and our tackle it puts them at ease
And we make a fine sight from above Rock-A-Nore
But they won't let us go to sea anymore.

To the sea anymore,
No, they won't let us go to sea anymore.

And isn't it crazy, when we are so strong
That we can't fight the bullies that are doing us wrong
But you can't fight the faceless, the ghosts of the law
And they won't let us go to sea anymore.

To the sea anymore,
No, they won't let us go to sea anymore.

Now I have a son and he's nearly sixteen
A fishing family we always have been
And it fills me with sorrow that he'll stay ashore
'Cause they won't let us go to sea anymore.

To the sea anymore
No, they won't let us go to sea anymore.

There's gold in the channel when the sun lights the sea
But the boats are all pulled up and stranded like me
I once was a fisherman, now come ashore
Cause they won't let us go to sea anymore.