The Call / Daughters of Watchet / Caturn's Night

Call on the high hills, oh daughters of Watchet!
Be blessed by the high tides and fed by the lawns
And call for the men to come in from their tall ships
Call for the men to come in from the storms
And call for the men to come in from their horses
Call for the men to come in from the corn

Call on the high hills, oh daughters of Watchet
Be blessed by the high tides and fed by the lawns

Mary sat by the hollow tree
The hollow tree, the hollow tree
Mary sat by the hollow tree
Down by the fields of maize

And Annie sat by the old ore mine
The old ore mine, the old ore mine
Annie sat by the old ore mine
Down by the mineral line

Mary's love was a farmer's hand
Took to the fields to farm the land
From sun up until sun down
He worked the long day through

And Annie's man was a miner's son
Took the family business on
Worked all day and all night long
Down by the mineral line

Molly sat by the briny sea
The briny sea, the briny sea
Molly sat by the briny sea
Down by the harbour wall

And Sally sat by the railway line
The railway line, the railway line
Sally sat by the railway line
Down by the old steam train

Molly's love was a longshoreman
The work was hard and the hours long
But it kept them fed, it kept him strong
He'd not be to complain

And Sally's man was a fireman
He stoked the fires of a steam engine
Cleared the soot from the black ash pan
Down by the old steam train

Call your men, you daughters fine
Daughters fine, daughters fine
Call your men, you daughters fine
Call your men to home