Out to sea, on a northern tide
On a northern tide, I'm bound away,
To the fishing grounds, and the ocean wide
And more besides, to earn my pay.But I'll not let the ocean come between us,
There's part of me that never leaves the shore
and though I haven’t said the words, my own one
I couldn't love you more.Far away, to my second home,
In the salt and foam, of a foreign sea.
Lashed by the winds of a raging gale,
Sleet and hail are home to me.You ask me, 'Is it lonely on the ocean?'
You ask me if I miss you but you know
I miss you, but the sea will never leave me
-And I can't let her go.
Heave to Lads, and haul your nets
And fill the decks, with a ton of cod!
Barrels full of liver oil, fisherman's spoil
Pays the rent-Thank God!Our holds are full and we are heading homeward
To the Humber's muddy waters we'll return
We'll leave the icy ocean far behind us
And pleasure, in the money, we have earnedSailing home, on an evening tide
On an evening tide, we're getting near
From the fishing grounds, and the ocean wide,
And more beside, to you, my dear.
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