Now it's three long years since we made her pay
Ch: Sing haul away, my laddie O
And we can't get by on the subsidy
Ch: And sing haul away, my laddie O
So it's heave away for the final trawl
It's an easy pull for the catch is small
Now it's stow yer gear, lads, and batten down
Then I'll take the wheel, lads, and turn her round
And we'll join the Venture and the Morning Star
Riding high and empty beyond the bar
For I'd rather beach her on the Skerry Rock
Than to see her torched in the breaker's dock
And it's when I die you can stow me down
In her rusty hold where the breakers sound
Then we'll make the Haven and the Fiddlers Green
Where the grub is good and the bunks are clean
For I fished a lifetime, boy and man
And the final trawl scarcely nets a cran