There were men that my father knew Worked oars as well as a plough Strong men who came home like the waves on the shore But these old men are all gone now
The Norway yawls lie tattered and broken On the earth where these old men now lie They have earned their sleep but I would keep hold Of the life that with them has died
Chorus: And there are no men left in Derry None in Donegal There are no men left on Islay Build me a Norway yawl
They fished the grounds off Ardara Took the herring from off Tory Isle But the old men have all gone now And we can't believe our time
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We have not the life of the fisherman And our hardships are nothing besides Our hands are not battered and frozen Upon oars opposing the tide
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Ran the yawls from St John's to Port Ellen Rathlin, Port Stewart and Glengad Tory and Derry and Moville between The lines that are part of our past
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Source: ben the hoose 'The Little Cascade' (No Label)