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He looked down into his cod trap 'n' said,
My God, where have they gone?
He threw his arms up in despair,
For his cod trap it held none.
Then he looked out o'er the raging foam just in time to see,
Seven Spanish trawlers headin' out to open sea.
There were seven Spanish trawlers,
They were fishing in the sun;
The Spanish they caught all the fish,
The Newfies they got none.
Then the clouds appeared, and the fog rolled in,
The sun no longer shone;
And seven Spanish trawlers took all the codfish home.
Then Ol' Brian sent a letter off,
To Frazier in Ottawa:
You fellows better do something,
When they're breaking our fishing law.
Then the government quickly they dispatched,
The good Canadian patrol;
They boarded the Spanish trawlers,
And took them back to port.
There were seven Spanish trawlers,
They were fishing in the sun;
The Spanish they caught all the fish,
The Newfies they got none.
Then the clouds appeared, and the fog rolled in,
The sun no longer shone;
And seven Spanish trawlers took all the codfish home.
Sung as a parody of Willie Nelson's Seven Spanish Angels (Warner-Timberlane), this variant was sung by Squeezin' Steve Searle (Tribute To The Maritimes, trk#16, 1999, Melrose Records, Corto de Caza, CA).
A variant was also recorded by the Soirees (Seven Spanish Trawlers, trk#1, 1985, printed and made in Canada by World Records for Rainbow Recordings, St. John's, NL); and Jenny & Josie Wilkinson of Trinity Bay, NL (Salt Water Cowgirls, trk#4, 1998, self-produced, Richmond Hill, ON).
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[C#] He looked down into his cod trap 'n' said,
My God, where have they [G#] gone?
He threw his arms up in despair,
For his cod trap it held [C#] none.
Then he looked out o'er the raging foam just in time to [F#] see,
Seven Spanish [C#] trawlers headin' [G#] out to open [C#] sea.
[C#] There were seven Spanish trawlers,
They were fishing in the [G#] sun;
The Spanish they caught all the fish,
The Newfies they got [C#] none.
Then the clouds appeared, and the fog rolled in,
The sun no longer [F#] shone;
And seven Spanish [C#] trawlers took [G#] all the codfish [C#] home.
[C#] Then Ol' Brian sent a letter off,
To Frazier in Otta[G#]wa:
You fellows better do something,
When they're breaking our fishing [C#] law.
Then the government quickly they dispatched,
The good Canadian pa[F#]trol;
They boarded the Spanish [C#] trawlers,
And [G#] took them back to [C#] port.
[C#] There were seven Spanish trawlers,
They were fishing in the [G#] sun;
The Spanish they caught all the fish,
The Newfies they got [C#] none.
Then the clouds appeared, and the fog rolled in,
The sun no longer [F#] shone;
And seven Spanish [C#] trawlers took [G#] all the codfish [C#] home.
~ Chords contributed by Allan Chippett ~
