The Fisherman's Lament

I stand in my doorway as the moon rises high
 Over glorious ocean, reflects the bright sky
 My heart it is aching, so much I could die
 I've known only the ocean, since I was a boy
 And I spent my whole life, out there on the sea
 Some government bastard now takes it from me
 It's not just the fish, they've taken my pride
 I feel so ashamed that I just want to hide
 I fished with my father, so long long ago
 We were proud of our trade, and in us it did show
 We held our heads high, there was lots of fish then
 That was the time, when we were proud men
 We challenged great storms and sometimes we won
 Faced death and disaster, we rose with the sun
 We worked and we toiled, we strained our men brane
 We were a proud people, will we ere be again?
 My father is gone now, and the fish are gone too.
 Abused and mis-managed, oh what can we do?
 I'm too old to change, but what of my sons,
 How will they know that we weren't the ones?
 DFO regulations permitted the rape
 Of our beautiful ocean, from head land to cape
 They brought in big trollers, they tore up our twine
 Politians don't care for what's yours or what's mine!
 You brave Newfoundlanders, now listen to me
 Shove the package to hell, go back to the sea
 If we don't stand our ground, we will fade away
 And the bones of our fathers will turn into clay
 And I spent my whole life, out there on the sea
 Some government bastard now takes it from me
 It's not just the fish, they've taken my pride
 I feel so ashamed that I just want to die.Back to the sea.