Story Behind The Song

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/uknews/1575561/Towns-last-fishing-boat-fights-tide-and-time.html

Song Description

Song about the loss of fishing industry

Lyrics

Just Like my father did before me
I fished these cold grey waters man and boy
In years gone by oh there were so many
But now I'm the very last one of our kind

The old folks of Yarmouth tell a story
of nine thousand men worked on these boats
Eight thousand girls worked on the shore, in the smokehouses two thousand more
There were nets and masts and baskets to be made

When the last boat sails out of here
The last boat hauls up its gear
The last boat, all of our years are done, we'll never see the like again

These last few years have been a struggle
Trying to make ends meet within the rules
The Government says our fish stocks are in peril
I'm no scientist but I'm no fool

When the last boat sails out of here
The last boat hauls up its gear
The last boat, all of our years are done, we'll never see the like again

Some call it conservation, but they've shown a clear intention
To make sure there's no future, for the likes of me
Sold down the river, we'll tie up our boats forever
They gave us up without a fight
Who decided that was right?

We try to speak but no one listens
Some Bureaucrat in Brussels draws the line
If this carries on, it wont be just here, there'll be no fishing anywhere
Just memories of something lost in time

When the last boat sails out of here
The last boat hauls up its gear
The last boat, all of our tears or none, we'll never see the like again