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A' the week your man's awa' |
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And a' the week you bide your lane |
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A' the time you're waiting for |
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The minute that he's comin' hame |
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Ye ken whit why he has tae work |
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Ye ken the hours he has tae keep |
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And yet it's making you angry when |
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Ye see him just come hame tae sleep |
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Through the months and through the years |
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While you're bringing up the bairns |
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Your man's awa' tae here and there |
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Followin' the shoals of herring |
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And when he's back there's nets tae mend |
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You've maybe got a score or twa |
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And when they're done he'll rise and say |
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Wife it's time I was awa' |
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Work and wait and dree your weird |
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Pin yer faith in herrin' sales |
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And oftimes lie awake at nicht |
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In fear and dread of winter gales |
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But men maun work tae earn their breid |
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And men maun sweat to gain their fee |
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And fishermen will aye gang oot |
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As long as fish swim in the sea |
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A' the week your man's awa' |
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And a' the week you bide your lane |
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A' the time you're waiting for |
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The minute that he's comin' hame |
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Ye ken whit why he has tae work |
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Ye ken the hours he has tae keep |
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And yet it's making you angry when |
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Ye see him just come hame tae sleep |
