Here are the words:

I'm leaving the fishin', the life I have known
The battle with nature that nobody won
For the fish stocks are dwindlin' and the shoals hard to find
I'm leaving the fishin' I've made up my mind

My father worked drifters, my grandfathers tae
My brother's a skipper on the 'Elena Mae'
And I worked at the fishin' just as soon as I could
So leavin's no easy, the sea's in my blood

Farewell tae the haven, my heart it is sad
The drifters I'm leavin' to work on the yard

I'll miss the wee boats, though, my thoughts are there yet
Wi' the lads on the 'Jeannie', hauling the nets
We worked hard together, we laughed hard as well
Cursin' the weather and ridin' the swell

I'll work in the wire mill, it's a good job they say
I'll start and I'll finish the same time every day
The money is constant and my wife she seems pleased
But I'll miss the fishin' and I'll miss the sea

The song was written by Davy Steele and is, he says, about Morrison's Haven, which no longer exists, due to the decline of the Scottish fishing trade. - Susanne

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See "Farewell tae the Haven" (Davy Steele)