I cast the net he hauls it in Life and death it doesn’t mean a thing We’re ringing to the bone The day’s a chaperone Slowly the night draws in
I couldn’t cut another throat The fish, the ships are dancing for us both The captain with his hand An extraordinary man In love with the north sea’s roll Heave, ho heave The trawlers haul us home, dear
Haul us home, sail us home Haul us home, sail us for home
The harbour bar is where we’ll go To a shady, hairy gentleman I know For a brandy in a glass He won’t remember us Just get in the car we’ll go Over the sleeping policeman’s shoulder
Driving home, driving home On the back seat, drive me home Drive me for home
