Here you go:

I ONCE WAS A FISHERMAN
(Barry Dransfield)

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
'Cos they won't let us go to sea anymore

Chorus:
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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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
'Cos they won't let us go to sea anymore

Chorus

Source: lyric sheet accompanying Barry Dransfield 'Be Your Own Man' Rhiannon RHYD5003 (1994). Copyright Rhiannon Music.

Dransfield's note: 'Restrictions on fishing are forcing people to give up this traditional living. I live in Hastings now and have seen this first hand, prompting me to write this song.

--Stewie.