| Lyrics: | Isle of May
(Matt Armour)
See the morning light,
Hear the puffins
calling,
End another night,
Off the Isle of May.
Bright eastern
skies,
White cliffs arise,
See the new day break,
Fisherman
awake,
Small boats fall and rise,
To the fishers' cries,
See the dories
coming,
Pray for herring running,
In the day's bright sun,
See the net-lines
run,
See the long lines flowing,
Deep in Forth they're going,
See the
net-lines hauled in,
Light loads are trawling,
Run the nets once more,
Off the
cold Fife Shore,
Turn again to Fife,
That's the inshore life,
As the
day's light fades,
Small money made,
No more herring swim,
Hard times are
come,
The bright herring's gone,
Inshore life is done,
@fish
@sea
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