I have no idea if anyone will even read this so many years down the line, but growing up in a fishing village in the north east highlands I knew this well as a child!

It goes like this as memory serves me (it is only memory, so may not be 100% on the money)

Here's to the lads at the fishing and trawling,
setting and betting and baiting and hauling,
working and eating and sleeping at sea,
while we get our gear in order.

I'd rather be home in my fine warm bed,
my mothers old plaid folded under my head,
its better than fighting and keeping out the rain,
with the wind blowing holes in the holster.

Here's tae the lads etc!

It'd be easier to sing, but best not inflict anyone who may stumble across this!