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Noel McLoughlin
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Generations of Change
My father was a baillie from a wee farm at Caiplie He worked on the land all the days of his life By the time he made second, he aye said he reckoned he'd ploughed near on half of the east nuke of Fife. He worked on at Randerston, Crawhill and Clephinton Cambo and Carnbee and Big Rennyhill At Kingsbarns he married, at Boarhills he's buried But man, had he lived, he'd be ploughing on still
For those days were his days, those ways were his ways To follow the plough while his back was still strong But those days are past and the time came at last For the weakness of age to make way for the young
I was nae for ploughing, to the sea I was going To follow the fish and the fisherman's ways In rain, hail and sunshine I watched the long runline No man mere contented his whale working day
I've lang lined the Fladden Ground, the Dutch and the Dogger Bank Pulled the big fish from the deep Devil's Hole I've side trawled off Shetland, the Faroes and Iceland In weather much worse than a body could thole
For that day was my day, that way was my way To follow the fish while my back was still strong But that day is past and the time came at last For the weakness of age to make way for the young
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com My sons they have grown and away they have gone To search for black oil in the far northern sea Like oilmen they walk, and like yankees they talk There's not much in common between my sons and me They've rough-rigged on Josephine, Forties and Ninian Claymore and Dunlin and Fisher and Awk They've made fortunes for sure, for in one trip ashore They spend more than I earned in a whole season's work
For this day is their day, this way is their way To ride the rough rigs while their backs are still strong But this day will pass and the time come at last For the weakness of age to make way for the young
My grandsons are growing, to the school they soon be goin' But the lang weeks of summer they spend here with me We walk through the warm days, we talk of the old ways The cornfield, the codfish, the land and the sea We walk through the fields that my father once tilled Talk with the old men who once sailed with me Man, it's been awfully good, I showed them all I could Of the past and the present, what their future might be
For the morn will be their day, what will be their way What will they make of their land, sea and sky Man, I've seen awfu' change, still it seems very strange To look at my world through a young laddie's eyes
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