The Strong And The Free - A Fisherman's Song - Lament For A Life Style All But Gone Poem by Paddy Scott Hogg

'The morn was fair, the skies were clear'
We set sail to haul our gear
Sheets of spray cast too and fro
The wind got up and began to blow

Chorus:
Wi the sun and the sea and winds so fair
Easy and free without a care
Sheltered sae warm by the headland sea
Come drink to the strong and the free

On the ancient headland heather grows
Seabirds dive where the ebbtide flows
The ragged cliffs, all brown and gold
Keep hidden secrets still untold

On the rolling sea waves rise and fall
To the rhythm of the seabirds call
Here, freedom’s just a passing breeze
Time goes slowly, as you please.

Haul boys haul! the tide’s a turning
The glass is falling, the sea is churning
Cold winter days bring a bitter thorn
But its market day tomorrow morn