Fisher Lass Ye Banished Privateers
Lyrics
Calm be the sea by morning's first light,
As birds wings in feathered flight
Boldly stride gale an' gentle breeze
To earn a crust from hostile seas - from hostile seas
Birds castin' eye to the lass in the surge
Weeping a solemn dirge.
Her watery eyes doth tell no lies
Her sorrow's seen clear from the skies - clear from the skies
Please my love come back to me,
Godspeed my love, my dear.
I pray you will come back to me
Your lonely fisher lass.
Her lovers fate at tempests swirl
Thus grieve our fisher girl
The gulls they vow the oceans wide to scour
Bringing her news in darkest hour - in darkest hour
By noon the stricken ship was found
Halted and run aground.
On watered rocks that sharp as needles be honed
Lay fisher boy by death now be owned - by death now be owned
Her locket so proud around his neck
Now loosened by skillful peck
Carried to the shore by solemn bill
To fisher lass who stands there still - Who stands there still
Come next morn, a single white cloth
Cradled in oceans froth.
Lovers by the cold dark waves now caressed,
All left behind a fisher lass' dress - a fisher lass' dress
As birds wings in feathered flight
Boldly stride gale an' gentle breeze
To earn a crust from hostile seas - from hostile seas
Birds castin' eye to the lass in the surge
Weeping a solemn dirge.
Her watery eyes doth tell no lies
Her sorrow's seen clear from the skies - clear from the skies
Please my love come back to me,
Godspeed my love, my dear.
I pray you will come back to me
Your lonely fisher lass.
Her lovers fate at tempests swirl
Thus grieve our fisher girl
The gulls they vow the oceans wide to scour
Bringing her news in darkest hour - in darkest hour
By noon the stricken ship was found
Halted and run aground.
On watered rocks that sharp as needles be honed
Lay fisher boy by death now be owned - by death now be owned
Her locket so proud around his neck
Now loosened by skillful peck
Carried to the shore by solemn bill
To fisher lass who stands there still - Who stands there still
Come next morn, a single white cloth
Cradled in oceans froth.
Lovers by the cold dark waves now caressed,
All left behind a fisher lass' dress - a fisher lass' dress
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