The Wexford Fishermen

Words: Trad. Music: Joe Foley

The red sun rolled down oer Ballyteige harbour
And the Saltees grow misty and grey.
And at home on the mainland our wives
and our daughters
Are wishing good luck o the day.
With the West-wind long blowing,
Our nets overflowing
And a shoal that broke under our lee
And well rise high course.
Kilmore lies for us
With a boat of full spoil from the sea.

The winds from the North-Land
are cruel and smiting
And the young lambs are scarce can be saved.
But the winds from East-land
are callous and blating,
And adds a full foot to the waves.
Oh! Sweet west-wind singing,
As hooker that skims light and free.
And well rise high course the waves lie before us
With a boat of full spoil from the sea

The winds from South-Land
are soft and beguiling,
And quickens the seed we have set.
But the winds from the West-land
are soothing and brightens,
And brings all the fish to the net
Then its oh for the West-Wind
is oh the best wind
And will save all poor fishers from dree
And well rise high course,
the waves lie before us
With a boat of full spoil from the sea
Phil Vere round the sail,
Andy Moore safely guides her.
One more track and we will make for prier.
Se my Eileen and Margaret,
Oh Strassa beside her
Mai i ever come home safe to my dear
Oh, sweet Queen of heaven,
let my praise be given
To the babe once set upon your knee.
And well rise high course, the weaves lie before us
With a boat of full spoil from the sea.