CHORUS

One more pull, boys. That’ll do, boys.

Soon we’ll draw alongside.

Hoist her upwards. Swing her inboard,

For the journey’s nearly done*

CHORUS

Giant combers, ocean rollers,

Living waves upon the sea.

But for us, boys, there’s no future.

It’s not like it used to be.

CHORUS

Iceland’s dangers, Greenland’s fog banks,

Northern storm’s intensity,

It’s all gone now. Turn her homeward,

For the market won’t reach the fee. 

CHORUS

No more codfish off Newfoundland

Dancing silver down the hatch.

Drifters, trawlers and purse seiners

All laid up or sold for scrap. 

CHORUS

So heave the line, boys, one last time, now.

Then we’ll have the final trawl.

No need to wonder where it’s all gone to.

Only time to heave ‘n’ haul. 

CHORUS x 2

*Last chorus, replace "journey's nearly done" with "journey now is done"