Three Fishers

Three fishers went sailing out into the west
Out into the west as the sun went down
Each thought on the woman that loved him the best, and
The children stood watching them out on the town

For men must work and women must weep
For there's little to earn and many to keep, and
The harbour bar be moanin'
The harbour bar be moanin'

Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower
They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down, and
They looked at the squall and they looked at the shower, and
The night-wrack came rollin' in, ragged and brown

For men must work and women must weep
For the storms be sudden and the waters be deep, and
The harbour bar be moanin' and
The harbour bar be moanin'

Men must work and women must weep
For the storms be sudden and the waters be deep, and
The harbour bar be moanin' and
The harbour bar be moanin'

Three corpses lay out on the shining sand
In the morning gleam as the tide went down, and
The women were weepin' and wringin' their hands
For those who would never come back to the town

Men must work and the women must weep, for
The sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep, and
Goodbye to the bar and its moanin', and
Goodbye to the bar and its moanin'

The men must work and the women must weep, for
The sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep, and
Goodbye to the bar and its moanin', and
Goodbye to the bar and its moanin'