THE WELSH FISHERMEN
(To the air of "The Song of the Bottle")
| Up, up with the
anchor, Round, round for the harbour mouth! Wind, boys, and a spanker Racing due south! Where 'ood you be going? How, now can ye hoist your sails? When blossoms be blowing Over Welsh Wales! Dear hearts for the herring, Sure, after the herring, Hot after the herring, Each ship of us sails. Up, up with the anchor, Round, round for the harbour mouth! Wind boys and a spanker, Racing due south. "Men, when you go rocking, Out under the angry gale, Wives' hearts begin knocking, Lasses turn pale. Oh, why start a-fishing Far, far and across the foam? Give way to our wishing; Stay, stay at home!" "Now, but for King Herring, What 'ood you be wearing, How 'ood you be faring How keep ye warm? Lest loaves should be failing, Lest children for want take harm, Men still will go sailing Out into the storm." [108] Then men, since it must be, Then men, since it must be so, Christ, Christ shall our trust be, When the winds blow. Once when He was sleeping, "Save Lord!" the disciples cried, "Wild waters are leaping Over the side!" See He has awoken! Hark, hark, He has spoken, "Peace, peace," and in token Down the storm died. Lord God of the billows, Still succour the fishing smack! Give peace to our pillows, Bring our men back! |