The songs about the fishing industry reminded me of this one:

THE FINAL TRAWL
Sung by Celia Fisher and Artie Tresize
Written by Archie Fisher


Now it's three long years since we made her pay
Sing haul away, m'laddie-o
And we can't get by on the stock (?) today
And sing haul away, m'laddie-o

So pull away for the final trawl
Sing...
It's an pull for the catch is small,
And sing...

Now stow your gear lads, and batten down,
Sing...
And I'll take the wheel lads, and turn her round,
And sing...

And we'll join the Venture and the Morning Star,
Sing...
Riding high and empty beyond the bar,
And sing...

For I'd rather beach her on the skerry rock,
Sing...
Than to see her torched in the breaker's dock,
And sing...

And when I die, you can stow me down,
Sing...
In her rusty hold where the breakers sound,
And sing...

Then I'll make the Haven and the Fiddler's Green,
Sing...
Where the grub is good and the bunks are clean,
And sing...

I fished a lifetime, boy and man,
Sing...
And the final trawl scarcely makes a cran,
And sing...