The Lugger

Within these timbers memories stir

Of trips made long ago

Of men with salt blood in their veins

O'er seas both dark and cold

Up anchor boys the tide won't wait

We sail for foreign lands

We'll fish off Ireland by Kinsale




From out the Bowgey & Newlyn Strand

Out across Gwavas Lake 

The Spinnaker set the more to get

The speed that was required