this is the day the fisherman likes
when the rain puts a shine on the chestnut spikes
the nightingale sings her best
we'll drink a pint in hamilton's rest
and the girl i love wore a muslin dress
the fisherman dream of the sun in the west
since the girl i love dearly
has cast her loving spell on me
this is the day the cuckoo likes
when the hills fall down in different shapes
to a hidden beach where boats can't go
i hear the squealin' of the seagulls
since the girl i love dearly
has cast her loving spell on me
i'll cross the seven oceans
till she has cast her loving spell on me
this is the day the fisherman likes
when the rain puts a shine on the chestnut spikes
the nightingale sings her best
we'll drink a pint in hamilton's rest
and the girl i love wore a muslin dress
the fishermen dream of the sum in the west