The Ranger

Four o'clock in the morning
A new day's beginning to clear
The fishing boats dance in the dawning
The Ranger pulls out from the pier
We said goodbye to the ones we love
Back on the shore
Got tanks full of diesel, got ice in the hold
We're ready once more
And the tide runs hard to the Black Hole
And the crew go below for a sleep
I pick up the lads out on Mullach
We're bound where the ocean is deep
It's seven long hours to the Standin
But the Ranger's well fit for the trip
A couple of tows round the banks and we'll have
Ninety boxes of fish in the ship
Now I come from seafaring people
I worked the sea all my life
I can mend, I can splice, I'm a skipper
I'll put surgeons to shame with a knife
It's all that I know and there's no other place
That I'd rather be
Than rolling about on the top of the waves
The Ranger and me
And the tide runs hard to the Black Hole
And the crew go below for a sleep
I pick up the lads out on Mullach
We're bound where the ocean is deep
It's seven long hours to the Standin
But the Ranger's well fit for the trip
A couple of tows round the banks and we'll have
Ninety boxes of fish in the ship