Fisheries Council sent letters and quotas to each fisherman,
While fleets of Japanese trawlers dropped anchor off our Newfoundland;
We watched as our cod stocks depleted, while Fisheries Council stood by,
And the coast guard enforcing their orders, brought anger to fishermen's eyes.
Those Outport People that Bud and Sim sang about,
Who knew only hard work and danger was their way of life;
Sometimes isolated in winter when the northeast storms take command,
They leave behind great disaster to the outports of our Newfoundland.
Their only true means of survival was making a living at sea,
But tradition that kept our spirit alive will too soon become history.
Those Outport People that Bud and Sim sang about,
Who knew only hard work and danger was their way of life;
Sometimes isolated in winter when the northeast storms take command,
They leave behind great disaster to the outports of our Newfoundland.
Those Outport People that Bud and Sim sang about,
Who knew only hard work and danger was their way of life;
Sometimes isolated in winter when the northeast storms take command,
They leave behind great disaster to the outports of our Newfoundland.
They leave behind great disaster to the outports of our Newfoundland.