Out to the ocean to feed our children unbroken links to our far away task Hauling our catch to the sweet shores of erin honour to wisdom and those who have passed By water and spirit pure sources of life we sail our souls out into the night Beyond the horizon of tomorrows dawn in windswept bay and deep sea storm Out to the ocean to sustain our existence the land of our fathers, just a spot in the distance Turn for the catch of herring and cod throwing excess back for the deep ocean god By starlight and moonburst we plot our return carrying the flesh of the profit we earn The quotas of Europe's protectionists racket have poisoned the deep and levied the packet So now we lay idle a wreck at low tide the signs of conclusion not easy to hide No more the abundance and sails at high noon the end of an era the fall of the moon
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