By Larry Kaplan
- We set our traps in the bitter cold
It was the third day of the year
There were three of us then, we were the youngest of ten
Two for lines and one for gear
When it blows northeast on the Georges Bank
You don’t like to take your time
But the engine was old, she didn’t like the cold
And we fell back on our line.Chorus
Get her into shore, she can’t take it anymore
She’s too far from home it’s gonna break her bones
Can’t you get her into shore.
- Jack throws the switch he says, The old sonofabitch
What the Hell do you think you’re doing
You brought us to the poor house too many times
You ain’t takin’ us to our ruin
But the line went slack we felt the stern turn back
And she started up again
But she just tightened up and I knew we were stuck
Lyin’ broadside to the wind.
- Tom put the helm over to run with the tide
But she fell into the trough
And with her side to the swell she leaned in and fell
And I knew we all were lost
And I that I saw was her rotten old keel
With that rope flung across her stern
And I couldn’t hold to her, and I couldn’t go down
I just wished I’d never been born.
- Now the tide runs hard in the wintertime
You’re a fool to go and try
God bless the poor man who was born on the sea
God save the poor men, who die.