Thirty Pieces of Silver by The Shambles


My family fished for generations
It was all that we knew
The village bore it's losses Together, we would see it through
Now The Sunbeam dies in the harbour
We are paid to tear her apart
Now I may not perish on the ocean
Still, the fishing's in my heart

The pit work was dirty
But in to it, you just grew
It had its compensations
At the time; I thought them few
And now with all this spare time
My skill with pool cue and the dart
I look to the past, not the future
Still, the pit is in my heart

My father served in the Navy
His father, before him too
It was not the proud traditions
Just the only thing to do
Not a job, more like a family
In which, you played your part
And now they've closed down the dockyard
Still the Navy's in my heart

Thirty pieces of silver, how long will it last? 
With it you buy my future, my present and my past
With it you buy my future, my present and my past
Thirty pieces of silver, how long will it last?

Roger Gall