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The Fisherman’s Wife

Who would be a fisherman's wife
To work with a tub and a scrubber and a knife
An extinguished fire and a tangled bed
And away to the mussels in the morning
 

Here we come sailing in
Three reefs to the foresail in1
We haven’t a dry stitch of clothing to wear
But we’re all still teetotallers2
 

Who will give us a hand to run a ripper lead
To look for young cod in the bay of Peterhead?
They might be at the Lummies3 or the clock on Salthouse Head4
When we go to the small lines in the morning
 

Here we come sailing in
Three reefs to the foresail in
We haven’t a dry stitch of clothing to wear
But we’re all still teetotallers
 

Poor old father is in the middle of the floor
Beating hooks onto tippets and they’re hanging on his chair
They’re made of horsehair, man, because that is the best quality
To use when we go to the fishing in the morning
 

Here we come sailing in
Three reefs to the foresail in
We haven’t a dry stitch of clothing to wear
But we’re all still teetotallers
 

Down the Geddle Braes5in the middle of the night
With an old tin of syrup and a candle for a light
To gather up the pullars,6every one of them in sight
In order to get the lines baited for the morning
 

Here we come sailing in
Three reefs to the foresail in
We haven’t a dry stitch of clothing to wear
But we’re all still teetotallers
 

It’s easy to work as a cobbler, sitting in his nook
His big copper kettle hanging on a hook
But we’re in the boat and we can’t get a hook
It’s sore hard work in the morning
 

Here we come sailing in
Three reefs to the foresail in
We haven’t a dry stitch of clothing to wear
But we’re all still teetotallers
 

It’s not the kind of life that a gentle girl can endure
With her fingers red raw from scrubbing out a yawl
And a baby on her hip, she’s away to carry coal
She’ll be absolutely wasted away7in the morning
 

Here we come sailing in
Three reefs to the foresail in
We haven’t a dry stitch of clothing to wear
But we’re all still teetotallers
 

Who would be a fisherman's wife
To work with a tub and a scrubber and a knife
An extinguished and a tangled bed
And away to the mussels in the morning
 

• 1. the sail has to be reefed down because of the ferocity of the wind
• 2. I think this just means despite the harshness of the work, they haven’t given up, not that they are necessarily actually teetotallers. But I might be wrong!
• 3. ”lummies” would be chimneys, presumably a local Peterhead landmark
• 4. Salthouse Head was the site of a coastal battery until 1959, adjacent to Peterhead Prison.
• 5. a coastal area near Peterhead
• 6. a type of soft-shelled crab used for bait
• 7. extremely tired

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