Saturday, May 16, 2009

Boat Song of the Mullet Fishermen


One fine morn' out of Falmouth we sailed,
All short at the front and long in the neck,
When the weather it went from sunny to hail,
And we ups and we threw our nets o'er the side.

A fishin' for mullet we go,
all aboard an old wreck,
all short at the front,
and all long in the neck!

When we pulled our nets out of the sea,
They were a' boilin' with mullets so fat,
We thought "What a fine thing, 'tis to be free!",
And we all grew our hair all long in the neck..


This was silly, wasn't it?

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