up down and thru.
the little boat ploughs thru the blue,
and you know not the work they do,
the fishermen of England.
the water splashed the water roared
as the nets are hauled aboard,
the crew then stood with open eyes
as the boat drifts with the tide.
then homeward bound with fish pounds full,
as they scrub the deck from stem to stern,
and who knows what poor wage they'll earn,
the fishermen of England
Done By: Edward Scott
