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    Rogers Stan Make And Break Harbour текст песни

    Make And Break Harbour

    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 hold

    Saving gas with the breezes so fair

    She’s a kindly cape islander, old but still sound

    But so lost in the long liner’s shadow

    Make and Break and make do, but the fish are so few

    That she won’t be replaced should she founder

    Now its 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 seeking eyes

    Taking all where we seldom take any

    And the young folk don’t stay with the fisherman’s ways

    Long ago they all moved to the cities

    And the ones left behind old and tired and blind

    Won’t work for a pound, for a penny.

    In Make and Break Harbour the boats are so few

    Too many are pulled up and rotten.

    Most houses stand empty, old nets hung to dry

    Are blown away lost and forgotten

    Now I can see the big draggers have stirred up the bay

    Leaving lobster traps smashed on the bottom

    Can they think it don’t pay to respect the old ways

    That make and break men have not forgotten

    For we still keep our time to the turn of the tide

    In this boat that I built with my father

    Still lifts to the sky, the "one lunger" and I

    Still talk like old friends on the water



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