Make & Break Harbour Song Lyrics

How still lies the bay,
in the light western airs
which blow from the crimson horizon.
Once more we tack home,
with a dry empty hole,
saving gas with the breezes so fair.
She's a kindly cape islander,
old but still sound,
but so lost in the long liners shadow.
Make and Break and make do
but the fish are so few,
that she won't be replaced should she founder.

Now it's so hard to not think of before the big war
when the cod went so cheap but so plenty.
Foreign trawlers go by now with long seeing eyes
taking all where we seldom take any.