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