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Tim Hus
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North Atlantic Trawler
Chorus: A trawler on the North Atlantic is the damnedest place to be The winds are blowing gale force in the rage of a stormy sea Way out on the Grand Banks in the offshore fishery A trawler on the North Atlantic is where I want to be
I first hired on as a draggerman with the old man at my back The rockbound coast of Newfoundland still flew the union jack The trawl doors hung from the gallows, we cast our mooring lines My first trip on the offshore trawl I'll remember all my life
The wind did blow and the sea did roll our tow wires pulled taught Between the headrope and the sweep were the groundfish that we caught Hauled back in the cod-end and poured out on the deck Twenty thousand pounds or more of flounder, code, and hake
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We fished our quotas all the way to the Flemish Cap I know those waters and I know the bottem like I know the back of my hand I was out there on the shelf when cod was currency And I was there when the bell tolled for the East coast fishery
I became an old man my eyes all filled with tears We've been fishing on this coast for near five hundred years Now I stand down on the pier and look out at the bay May I live to see the day when the fish come back again
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