NET HAULING SONG

(Ewan MacColl)



It's busk ye, my lads, get you up on deck

And take up your stations for hauling the nets

And mind you pull together boys, all through the night

And sweat in your oilskins until it's daylight



At the heaving and hauling and shaking the nets



It's when we start hauling we're living in hopes

The boy in the locker, the lads on the ropes

And the fellas in the hold who are pulling the nets

And shaking the herring out onto the deck



It's net after net is pulled up from the sea

With a haul and a shake and a one, two and three

And the herring are a piling around your sea boots

And slithering and sliding down into the chutes

It's hour after hour we are hauling away

All through the long night till the dawn of the day

The skipper's in the wheelhouse he's on the R T

And the cook's in the galley a brewing the tea



And we're finished with hauling and shaking the nets



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