| A' the week your man’s awa'
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| And a' the week you bide your lane
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| A' the time you’re waiting for
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| The minute that he’s comin' hame
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| Ye ken whit why he has tae work
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| Ye ken the hours he has tae keep
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| And yet it’s making you angry when
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| Ye see him just come hame tae sleep
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| Through the months and through the years
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| While you’re bringing up the bairns
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| Your man’s awa' tae here and there
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| Followin' the shoals of herring
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| And when he’s back there’s nets tae mend
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| You’ve maybe got a score or twa
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| And when they’re done he’ll rise and say
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| Wife it’s time I was awa'
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| Work and wait and dree your weird
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| Pin yer faith in herrin' sales
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| And oftimes lie awake at nicht
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| In fear and dread of winter gales
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| But men maun work tae earn their breid
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| And men maun sweat to gain their fee
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| And fishermen will aye gang oot
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| As long as fish swim in the sea
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| A' the week your man’s awa'
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| And a' the week you bide your lane
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| A' the time you’re waiting for
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| The minute that he’s comin' hame
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| Ye ken whit why he has tae work
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| Ye ken the hours he has tae keep
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| And yet it’s making you angry when
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| Ye see him just come hame tae sleep |