CANDLELIGHT FISHERMAN



O my dad was a fisherman bold

And he lived till he grew old

For he opens the pane and he pops out the flame.

Just to see how the wind do blow.



And often he say to me.

You'd be wise before you go

Do you open the pane and pop out the flame.

Just to see how the wind do blow.



When the north wind roughly blow

Then I lay right snug below

But I open the pane and pop out the flame.

Just to see how the wind do blow.



When the wind come out of the east.

You'll be looking for sleet and snow.

But I open the pane and pops out the flame.

Just to see how the wind do blow.



When the wind back into the west.

That'll come a rough in at best,

But I open the pane and pops out the flame.

Just to see how the wind do blow.



When the south wind softly blow,

It's then I love to go

And I open the pane and pop out the flame.

Just to see how the wind do blow.



And my poor wife say to me.

We shall starve if you don't go

So I open the pane and I pops out the flame.

Just to see how the wind do blow.



Ah, now all you fishermen bold,

If you'd live till you grow old,

Do you open the pane and pop out the flame

Just to see how the wind do blow.





@fish @weather @work

recorded by Phil Hammond on Folksongs of Britain 3

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