Fisherman's Lament ride I feideI fished with my father, so long long ago We were proud of our trade, and in us it did show We held our heads high, there was lots of fish then That was the time, when we were proud men We challenged great storms and sometimes we won Faced death and disaster, we rose with the sun We worked and we toiled, we strained our men brane We were a proud people, will we ere be again? CHORUS My father is gone now, and the fish are gone too. Abused and mis-managed, oh (guitartabs.cc)
