Boat pushes out, they leave the shore and relatives behind,
They say it's bad luck to turn around,
To wave back thier goodbye's.
We watch them till they're seen no more,
Till we are dots upon thier shore,
but we don't want to cry no more,
For the fishermen's lonely lives....

Yo, Ho the fishermans life, is the song that they will sing,
We're hardy men upon our boat, our catch we shall bring in,
We'll bring them back the crabs and fishes and maybe some thing rare,
But out here on our fishing boat, our ocean we must care....

HEY!,grab the net there Johnny, Mick, come on Joe, are you right ?,
The blasted net has got me arm its pinching me too tigh,
For with the sea inside me eyes,the waves they are too high,
Don't let me leave this side of boat, I do not want to die....

The coldness is a feirce one, my arm is turning blue,
Come on there Lad's, will you hurry up, Dont let me time be through,
I think the hook is in me arm, its wegged me to the boat,
But the over hang is far too heavy, I hope we stay a float....

Just cut the net, save me arm, I need it more, than we have caught,
Let them go the crabs and fishes, release the bluddy lot.
Joe takes out his pocket knife, starts chawing at the rope,
I think he's cut the net in time to save me arm I hope....

They've snip the hook thats held me down, thats wegged me to the side,
They know the pain is easier now, they see it in my eyes.
They've saved me arm, we've lost our catch,
But tomorrows another day,
We'll bull the nets to get our catch,
And we'll be on our way,
Singing........

Yo Ho, the fishermans life, T'is a hardy life you see,
But we are strong and we are tough, t'is where we want to be,
We'll lore our nets and home our catch,and maybe something rare,
But the rarest thing I'll ever have, is my family waiting there....

Dotted on the shore......