Three Fishers

Written by：John Pyke Hullah/Charles Kingsley

Three fishers went sailing out into the west

Out into the west as the sun went down

Each thought on the woman that loves 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 harbor bar

Be moaning

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

Rolling in ragged and brown

For men must work

And women must weep

'Though storms be sudden

And the waters be deep

And the harbor bar

Be moaning

Three corpses lay out on the shining sand

In the morning gleam as the tide went down

And the women were weeping

And wringing 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 that bar

And it's moaning