Wexford Fishing Song
1. The red sun rolls down over Ballyteige'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 the west wind long blowing
Our nets filled o'erflowing
From a shoal that broke under our lee.
Chorus1: So raise high a chorus,
The way lies before us,
With a boat full of spoil from the sea.
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