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THE TRAWLER GAUL

Eighth of February seventy four,
off the North Norwegian shore,
thirty-six Hull Fishers all,
lost their lives on trawler Gaul.
nine days of fishing, nine days of toil,
the smell of working men and diesel oil.
Too few know what it's like to be,
a trawlerman against the sea

Chorus: One more pull boys, one more trawl.
Oh, the Arctic winds they call.
We're heading North to find the Gaul.
One more pull boys, one more trawl.

From those seas around the Northern Cape,
for fisher lads there's no escape.
Giant waves, like mountains tall
smash the sides of trawler Gaul.
A message came on her last day
'we're late and dodging off Northern Cape'.
Then silence fell, no word at all,
from the radio of trawler Gaul. Chorus

Did she turn to face the storm?
did her decks awash and worn
take aboard the waters cold?
did it fill an open hold?
In a her moment of distress,
only God did bear witness.
He must have heard their mercy call.
one more pull boys, one more trawl. Chorus

February seas run high,
February's cold and grey,
stormy seas hide secrets deep.
Governments know but never speak.
On the dark Atlantic floor,
where submarines are known to go,
where NATO listens for their call,
we found the wreck of trawler Gaul. Chorus

One last word before we go,
for the families who may never know,
just what fate those lads endured.
words aren't enough their pain to cure.
Let them slumber on in peace,
down below the silent seas.
Their wives and children find some rest,
in pity local and kindliness. Chorus x2