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THE TRAWLING TRADE
(John Conolly)

North to the Fae-roe Is-lands, South to the coast of Spain
West with the wha-ling fleet, and up to the Pole a-gain
O-ver the world of wa-ter, se-ven-teen seas we've strayed
Now to the North we're sai-ling, back to the traw-ling trade

Chorus:
Come ye bold sea-far-ing lads, there's for-tunes to be made
In the traw-ing trade. (In the traw-ling trade)

Back to the mid-night land-ings, back to the dish dock smell
Back to the fro-zen wind, as white as the teeth of Hell
Back to the stan-gest game, that e-ver a man has played
Fol-low the storm-y rol-lers, back to the traw-ling trade

Down with your nets and tac-kle, down with your nets and gear
Wait for the win-ches wind-ing, wait for the deck-ies' cheer
Up with the shin-ing har-vest, glit-ter-ing sil-ver sprayed
Down to the decks be-low to pay for the traw-ling trade

Home with a har-vest wind and back to the Hum-ber tide
Run to the wa-ter's edge and jump to the wa-ter-side
Roll with a roll-ing bunch of fish-er-men new-ly paid
Down to the dock-side pubs to drink to the traw-ling trade

North to the Fae-roe Is-lands, South to the coast of Spain
West with the wha-ling fleet, and up to the Pole a-gain
O-ver the world of wa-ter, se-ven-teen seas we've strayed
Now to the North we're sai-ling, back to the traw-ling trade