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after Bohola who play this in a set after The Ashe March and before The Lark in the Morning on Bohola 4
Wexford Fisherman, The
by trad
The [Em] red sun rolled [D] down
over [Em] Ballyteige [D] harbor
the [Em] Saltees grow misty and [D] grey.
and at [Em] home, on the [D] mainland,
our [Em] wives and our [D] daughters
are [Em] wishing good luck on the day.
With the [Em] west wind long [D] blowing
our [C] nets [D] overflowing
and a [Em] shoal that broke under our [D] lee.
And we'll [Em] raise high [D] chorus, [pron. "rise" and "course"]
Kil- [Em] more lies be- [D] fore us,
with a [Em] boat full of spoil from the sea.
The winds from the northland are cruel and smiting
and the young lambs are scarce can be saved,
but the winds from the eastland are callous and blighting
and adds a full foot to the waves.
Oh, sweet west wind singing,
the seagulls are winging
as our hooker that skims light and free.
And we'll raise high chorus,
Kilmore lies before us,
with a boat full of spoil from the sea.
The winds from the southland are soft and beguiling
and quickens the sails we have set, [they say "seeds"?]
but the winds from the westland are soothing and brightens
and brings on the fish to the net.
Then its hope for the west wind
its oh, for the best wind
to save our poor fishers from dree. [grief, suffering, Scottish]
and we'll raise high chorus,
the waves lie before us,
with a boat full of spoil from the sea.
Phil Theer round the sails, Andy Moore safely guides her
one more tack and we’ll make for pier.
See my Eileen and Marg’ret and 'Stacia beside her
will I e’er come home said my dear.
Oh sweet queen of heaven
let my prayers be given
to the babe once set on the knee.
While we raised high our chorus,
the waves lie before us
with a boat full of spoil from the sea.
from the sea
from the sea
over [Em] Ballyteige [D] harbor
the [Em] Saltees grow misty and [D] grey.
and at [Em] home, on the [D] mainland,
our [Em] wives and our [D] daughters
are [Em] wishing good luck on the day.
With the [Em] west wind long [D] blowing
our [C] nets [D] overflowing
and a [Em] shoal that broke under our [D] lee.
And we'll [Em] raise high [D] chorus, [pron. "rise" and "course"]
Kil- [Em] more lies be- [D] fore us,
with a [Em] boat full of spoil from the sea.
The winds from the northland are cruel and smiting
and the young lambs are scarce can be saved,
but the winds from the eastland are callous and blighting
and adds a full foot to the waves.
Oh, sweet west wind singing,
the seagulls are winging
as our hooker that skims light and free.
And we'll raise high chorus,
Kilmore lies before us,
with a boat full of spoil from the sea.
The winds from the southland are soft and beguiling
and quickens the sails we have set, [they say "seeds"?]
but the winds from the westland are soothing and brightens
and brings on the fish to the net.
Then its hope for the west wind
its oh, for the best wind
to save our poor fishers from dree. [grief, suffering, Scottish]
and we'll raise high chorus,
the waves lie before us,
with a boat full of spoil from the sea.
Phil Theer round the sails, Andy Moore safely guides her
one more tack and we’ll make for pier.
See my Eileen and Marg’ret and 'Stacia beside her
will I e’er come home said my dear.
Oh sweet queen of heaven
let my prayers be given
to the babe once set on the knee.
While we raised high our chorus,
the waves lie before us
with a boat full of spoil from the sea.
from the sea
from the sea