Fishermans Lament

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I stand in my doorway as the moon rises high

Over g[D]lorious oc[A]ean, refl[G]ects the bright [A]sky

My h[D]eart it is a[A]ching, so m[G]uch I could d[A]ie

I've known[D] only the oc[A]ean, since [G]I was a b[A]oy

And I sp[D]ent my whole life, out th[A]ere on the sea

Some g[G]overnment bastard now takes it from [A]me

It's n[D]ot just the fish, they've t[A]aken my p[D]ride

I fe[G]el so ashamed that I j[A]ust want to h[D]ideI 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?

My father is gone now, and the fish are gone too.
Abused and mis-managed, oh what can we do?
I'm too old to change, but what of my sons,
How will they know that we weren't the ones?

DFO regulations permitted the rape
 Of our beautiful ocean, from head land to cape
They brought in big trollers, they tore up our twine
Politians don't care for whats yours or whats mine!

You brave Newfoundlanders, now listen to me
Shove the package to hell, go back to the sea
If we don't stand our ground, we will fade away
And the bones of our fathers will turn into clay

And I spent my whole life, out there on the sea
Some government bastard now takes it from me
It's not just the fish, they've taken my pride
I feel so ashamed that I just want to die.
Back to the sea.