The Likes Of Us
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The fisherman he turns her round and heads back to the shore,
He’s finished with the fishing, he’s made his final trawl.
Fifty years he’s worked the sea, but now his time is done,
He says ‘You’ll ne’er see the likes of us again’.
Oh the likes of us again, the likes of us again,
Oh you’ll ne’er see the likes of us again.
The farrier, the blacksmith. the weaver of the shawl,
They’re trades fast disappearing, soon you won’t see them at all.
No more you’ll hear the weaver’s loom, see sparks of anvil born,
They say ‘You’ll ne’er see the likes of us again.
I’ll tell you now the soldier’s trade, I wouldn’t miss at all,
He kills and maims his fellow man all for an unknown cause.
I’d like to meet the last of them, I’d like to hear him say,
Oh you’ll ne’er see the likes of us again.