| Song | Three Fishers |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | In Concert, Part Ii |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (John Hullah – Charles Kingsley) | |
| Three fishers went sailing out into the west, | |
| Out into the west as the sun went down, | |
| Each thought on the woman that loves him the best, | |
| And the children stood watching them out of the town. | |
| For men must work and women must weep, | |
| For there's little to earn and many to keep, | |
| And the harbor bar be moaning. | |
| Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, | |
| They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down, | |
| And they looked at the squall and they looked at the shower, | |
| And the night-wrack came rolling in ragged and brown. | |
| For men must work and women must weep, | |
| ‘Though storms be sudden and the waters be deep | |
| And the harbor bar be moaning. | |
| Three corpses lay out on the shining sand, | |
| In the morning gleam as the tide went down, | |
| And the women were weeping and wringing their hands, | |
| For those who would never come back to the town. | |
| For men must work and women must weep, | |
| And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep | |
| And good-bye to that bar and its moaning. | |
| For men must work and women must weep, | |
| And the sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep | |
| And good-bye to that bar and its moaning. |
| John Hullah Charles Kingsley | |
| Three fishers went sailing out into the west, | |
| Out into the west as the sun went down, | |
| Each thought on the woman that loves him the best, | |
| And the children stood watching them out of the town. | |
| For men must work and women must weep, | |
| For there' s little to earn and many to keep, | |
| And the harbor bar be moaning. | |
| Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, | |
| They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down, | |
| And they looked at the squall and they looked at the shower, | |
| And the nightwrack came rolling in ragged and brown. | |
| For men must work and women must weep, | |
| ' Though storms be sudden and the waters be deep | |
| And the harbor bar be moaning. | |
| Three corpses lay out on the shining sand, | |
| In the morning gleam as the tide went down, | |
| And the women were weeping and wringing their hands, | |
| For those who would never come back to the town. | |
| For men must work and women must weep, | |
| And the sooner it' s over, the sooner to sleep | |
| And goodbye to that bar and its moaning. | |
| For men must work and women must weep, | |
| And the sooner it' s over, the sooner to sleep | |
| And goodbye to that bar and its moaning. |
| John Hullah Charles Kingsley | |
| Three fishers went sailing out into the west, | |
| Out into the west as the sun went down, | |
| Each thought on the woman that loves him the best, | |
| And the children stood watching them out of the town. | |
| For men must work and women must weep, | |
| For there' s little to earn and many to keep, | |
| And the harbor bar be moaning. | |
| Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, | |
| They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down, | |
| And they looked at the squall and they looked at the shower, | |
| And the nightwrack came rolling in ragged and brown. | |
| For men must work and women must weep, | |
| ' Though storms be sudden and the waters be deep | |
| And the harbor bar be moaning. | |
| Three corpses lay out on the shining sand, | |
| In the morning gleam as the tide went down, | |
| And the women were weeping and wringing their hands, | |
| For those who would never come back to the town. | |
| For men must work and women must weep, | |
| And the sooner it' s over, the sooner to sleep | |
| And goodbye to that bar and its moaning. | |
| For men must work and women must weep, | |
| And the sooner it' s over, the sooner to sleep | |
| And goodbye to that bar and its moaning. |