Fisherman's Stream

By Aneirin Menelaos


~ As I walked by th' dockside an evenin' so fair ~
~ T' view th' salt water an' take th' sea air ~
~ I heer'd an ol' fishermans singin' a song ~
~ Nay ye take me away boys me time is nay long ~

~ So-----> Wrap me up in me oil-skin an' jump'r ~
~ Nay more on th' docks will ever be seen ~
~ Jus' tell me old shipmates, I takin' a trip mates ~
~ And I’ll see you some day lads on Fishermans stream ~

~ Now Fishermans stream is a place I heer'd tell ~
~ Where th' fishermen go iffin th'y don’ go to 'ell ~
~ Where skies are all clear and th' fish th'y do play ~
~ And th' cold coast of Tyedu is far, far away ~

~ So-----> Wrap me up in me oil-skin an' jump'r ~
~ Nay more on th' docks will ever be seen ~
~ Jus' tell me old shipmates, I taking a trip mates ~
~ And I’ll see you some day lads on Fishermans stream ~

~ When you get on th' docks and th' long trip is O-ver ~
~ Der’s pubs an' th'r’s clubs an' th'r’s lassies thar too ~
~ When th' girls ere all pretty an' th' grog et is free ~
~ An' th'r’s bottles of rum growing from every tree ~

~ So-----> Wrap me up in me oil-skin an' jump'r ~
~ Nay more on th' docks will ever be seen ~
~ Jus' tell me old shipmates, I taking a trip mates ~
~ And I’ll see you some day lads on Fishermans stream ~

~ Now, I don’t want a harp nor a halo, not me ~
~ Just gie me a breeze an' a fair rolling sea ~
~ An' I’ll play me ole squeeze-box as we sail along ~
~ With th' wind in th' rigging to sing me a song ~

~ So-----> Wrap me up in me oil-skin an' jump'r ~
~ Nay more on th' docks will ever be seen ~
~ Jus' tell me old shipmates, I taking a trip mates ~
~ And I’ll see you some day lads on Fishermans stream ~