Here's the corrected text from Irish Fireside Songs by P. J. McCall (Dublin: M. H. Gill & Son, Ltd., 1911), page 123:


WEXFORD FISHING SONG
P. J. McCall
Air: "Poll Cearnuit," No. 1129 in "The Complete Petrie Collection."

1. The red sun rolls down over Ballyteig's waters,
And the Saltees grow misty and grey;
At home on the mainland our wives and our daughters
Are wishing good luck on the day!
With a west wind long blowing, our nets filled o'erflowing
From a shoal that broke under our lee;
Then raise high a chorus, the way lies before us,
With a boat full of spoil from the sea!

2. The wind from the Northlands is cruel and smiting,
And the young lambs we scarcely can save;
While the wind from the Eastlands is callous and blighting,
And it adds a full foot to the wave!
O sweet west wind singing! a seagull low winging
Is our hooker that skims light and free—
So raise high a chorus, the way lies before us,
With a boat full of spoil from the sea!

3. The wind from the Southlands is soft and beguiling,
And it quickens the seeds we have set;
But the wind from the Westlands is soothing and smiling,
And it brings the bright fish to the net!
Then ho, for the west wind, for oh, 'tis the best wind
To save all poor fishers from dree:
And raise high a chorus, Kilmore lies before us,
With our boat full of spoil from the sea!

4. Phil, veer round the sail! Andy Moore, safely guide her!
One more tack and we'll make for the pier!
See my Ellen, with Marg'ret and Stasia beside her—
When I e'er thus come home to my dear!
O sweet Queen of Heaven! let meet praise be given
To The Babe Who once sat on thy knee!
While we raised high our chorus, His blessing hung o'er us,
In the boat full of spoil from the sea!