| Song | Noseworthy and Piercy |
| Artist | Enter the Haggis |
| Album | Gutter Anthems |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Downie, Enter The Haggis ... | |
| Noseworthy and Piercy were two fine fisherman | |
| Off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland | |
| Oh the ocean's an angel with the face of a flounder | |
| Ah she holds the devil by the hand | |
| "Good catch to you all," calls the captain, Robert Rose | |
| The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below | |
| The red sun scowls and the wind the wiser | |
| Whispering a warning o'er the lines | |
| Those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore | |
| And the glory and the mystery of the deep | |
| Salt water in our veins and the captain at the reins | |
| Our wandering souls the freest | |
| Our wandering souls the freest of the free | |
| When the mother ship's cannon cracked the signal to return | |
| The clouds were building bastions in the swirling up above | |
| Poseidon the king and the wind his jester | |
| Dancing with the Lightning Lady Fair | |
| The black water boiled and the dory pitched and toiled | |
| Can you hear the claxon calling out your name | |
| Are we anchored to a fate to die upon the waves | |
| Far from all our family | |
| Far from all our family and friends | |
| Tiny fingers pressed agains the window pane | |
| Find your father's star upon the sea | |
| Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillow case | |
| Until the day when he returns again | |
| Wind breath of wind and bones of ice | |
| They cast their cries into the night | |
| Lost, alone, adrift, alive | |
| After two days and nights with the oars in the grave | |
| The two men were given for gone, gone away | |
| Bitter news, it travels well, like a schooner on a swell | |
| Their families learned the story of their fate | |
| But on the ocean high a rescue had come by | |
| And took them to the Old World on the far Atlantic side | |
| After two months gone the blessed harbour of St. John's | |
| Rolled in on the North Atlantic tide | |
| For those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore | |
| And the glory and the mystery of the deep | |
| But when the heart is strong you'll return where you belong | |
| They made it back to Newfoundland | |
| They made it back to Newfoundland again |
| zuo qu : Downie, Enter The Haggis ... | |
| Noseworthy and Piercy were two fine fisherman | |
| Off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland | |
| Oh the ocean' s an angel with the face of a flounder | |
| Ah she holds the devil by the hand | |
| " Good catch to you all," calls the captain, Robert Rose | |
| The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below | |
| The red sun scowls and the wind the wiser | |
| Whispering a warning o' er the lines | |
| Those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore | |
| And the glory and the mystery of the deep | |
| Salt water in our veins and the captain at the reins | |
| Our wandering souls the freest | |
| Our wandering souls the freest of the free | |
| When the mother ship' s cannon cracked the signal to return | |
| The clouds were building bastions in the swirling up above | |
| Poseidon the king and the wind his jester | |
| Dancing with the Lightning Lady Fair | |
| The black water boiled and the dory pitched and toiled | |
| Can you hear the claxon calling out your name | |
| Are we anchored to a fate to die upon the waves | |
| Far from all our family | |
| Far from all our family and friends | |
| Tiny fingers pressed agains the window pane | |
| Find your father' s star upon the sea | |
| Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillow case | |
| Until the day when he returns again | |
| Wind breath of wind and bones of ice | |
| They cast their cries into the night | |
| Lost, alone, adrift, alive | |
| After two days and nights with the oars in the grave | |
| The two men were given for gone, gone away | |
| Bitter news, it travels well, like a schooner on a swell | |
| Their families learned the story of their fate | |
| But on the ocean high a rescue had come by | |
| And took them to the Old World on the far Atlantic side | |
| After two months gone the blessed harbour of St. John' s | |
| Rolled in on the North Atlantic tide | |
| For those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore | |
| And the glory and the mystery of the deep | |
| But when the heart is strong you' ll return where you belong | |
| They made it back to Newfoundland | |
| They made it back to Newfoundland again |
| zuò qǔ : Downie, Enter The Haggis ... | |
| Noseworthy and Piercy were two fine fisherman | |
| Off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland | |
| Oh the ocean' s an angel with the face of a flounder | |
| Ah she holds the devil by the hand | |
| " Good catch to you all," calls the captain, Robert Rose | |
| The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below | |
| The red sun scowls and the wind the wiser | |
| Whispering a warning o' er the lines | |
| Those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore | |
| And the glory and the mystery of the deep | |
| Salt water in our veins and the captain at the reins | |
| Our wandering souls the freest | |
| Our wandering souls the freest of the free | |
| When the mother ship' s cannon cracked the signal to return | |
| The clouds were building bastions in the swirling up above | |
| Poseidon the king and the wind his jester | |
| Dancing with the Lightning Lady Fair | |
| The black water boiled and the dory pitched and toiled | |
| Can you hear the claxon calling out your name | |
| Are we anchored to a fate to die upon the waves | |
| Far from all our family | |
| Far from all our family and friends | |
| Tiny fingers pressed agains the window pane | |
| Find your father' s star upon the sea | |
| Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillow case | |
| Until the day when he returns again | |
| Wind breath of wind and bones of ice | |
| They cast their cries into the night | |
| Lost, alone, adrift, alive | |
| After two days and nights with the oars in the grave | |
| The two men were given for gone, gone away | |
| Bitter news, it travels well, like a schooner on a swell | |
| Their families learned the story of their fate | |
| But on the ocean high a rescue had come by | |
| And took them to the Old World on the far Atlantic side | |
| After two months gone the blessed harbour of St. John' s | |
| Rolled in on the North Atlantic tide | |
| For those who dwell ashore know nothing of the lore | |
| And the glory and the mystery of the deep | |
| But when the heart is strong you' ll return where you belong | |
| They made it back to Newfoundland | |
| They made it back to Newfoundland again |