Steeleye Span
Fisherman's Wife
A' the week your man's awa'And a' the week you bide your lane;A' the time you're waiting forThe minute that he's comin' hame.Ye ken whit wha' he has tae wark,Ye ken the hours he has tae keep;And yet it mak's ye angry whenYe see him just come hame tae sleep.Through the months and through the yearsWhile you're bringing up the bairns,Your man's awa' tae here and thereA-followin' the shoals o' herrin'And when he's back there's nets tae mendYou've maybe got a score or twa;And when they're done he'll rise and say,?Wife it's time I was awa'.?Work and wait and dree your weird,And pin yer faith in herrin' sales;And oftimes lie awake at nichtIn fear and dread of winter gales.But men maun work tae earn their breidAnd men maun sweat to gain their fee,And fishermen will aye gang ootAs lang as fish swim in the sea.
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