Sunk in the mud
Rusty nails, barely afloat
Keel flaking, nothing but
Reminiscence of times bygone
Of Fisherman and his chore
Derelict hut, gnawed bones
Buried body, nothing more
In the harbour, children play
Men hasten as the hunt calls
And women see them off in their way
And sing of full trawls
Who recalls the times bygone
Of Fisherman and his chore
Derelict hut, gnawed bones
Buried body, nothing more