Three Fishers

Three fishers went sailing out into the west
Out into the west as the sun went down
Each thought of the woman that loved him the best, and
The children stood watching them out on the town
For men must work and women must weep
For there’s little to earn and many to keep
And the harbour bar be moanin'
The harbour bar be moanin'
Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower
And they trimmed the lamps as the sun went down
And they looked at the squall and they looked at the shower, and
The night-wrack came rolling in, ragged and brown
For men must work and women must weep
Though storms be sudden and the waters be deep
And the harbour bar be moanin'
The harbour bar be moanin'
Men must work and women must weep
Though storms be sudden and the waters be deep
And the harbour bar be moanin'
The harbour bar be moanin'
Three corpses lay out on the shining sand
In the morning gleam as the tide went out
And the women were weepin' and wringing their hands
For those who would never come back to the town
For men must work and women must weep
For the sooner it’s over, the sooner to sleep
And goodbye to the bar and its moanin'
Goodbye to the bar and its moanin'
Oh, men must work and women must weep
For the sooner it’s over, the sooner to sleep
And goodbye to the bar and its moanin'
Goodbye to the bar and its moanin'