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 of 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'

and

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

though storms be sud - den 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

for men must work and women must weep

and

the sooner it's over

the sooner to sleep

and

good - bye to the bar and its moanin'

and

good - bye to the bar and it's moanin'

oh men must work and women must weep

and

the sooner it's over

the sooner to sleep

and

good - bye to the bar and its moanin'

and

good - bye to the bar and it's moanin'