Irish Song Lyrics 
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The Fishermen's Song 
By the storm torn shoreline a woman is standing The spray strung like jewels in her hair And the sea tore the rocks near that desolate landing As though it had known she stood there 
CHORUS: For she has come down to condemn that wild ocean For the murderous loss of her man His boat sailed out on Wednesday morning And it's feared she's gone down with all hands 
Oh and white were the wave caps and wild was their parting So fierce is the warring of love But she prayed to the gods, both of men and of sailors Not to cast their cruel nets o'er her love 
There's a school on the hill where the sons of dead fathers Are led toward tempests and gales Where their God-given wings are clipped close to their bodies And their eyes are bound round with ship's sails 
What force leads a man to a life filled with danger High on seas or a mile underground It's when need is his master and poverty's no stranger And there's no other work to be found