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Sometimes I think that somethings should last,
The days of the fishermen were part of our past;
The sound of the motorboat sailing up the bay,
As a young boy I remember those better days.
But now all the boats are tied up on shore,
They'll go out a-fishing to haul traps no more;
The government said enough was enough,
And they took all our jobs and they made things quite tough.
Where did the fishermen go?
Where did the fishermen go?
I remember as a young boy going down to the cove.
Where did the fishermen go?
Now all we do is sit 'round all day,
As we watch our history fade away;
And the money we get is nothing at all,
Can't buy any new clothes for the kids in the fall.
Where did the fishermen go?
Where did the fishermen go?
I remember as a young boy going down to the cove.
Where did the fishermen go?
Where did the fishermen go?
Tell me where did the fishermen go?
I remember as a young boy going down to the cove.
Where did the fishermen go?
Tell me where did the fishermen go.
