The Fishermen Are Merry

The fishermen are merry and are in the mood for song
 In the old pub of the harbour in the City of Geelong
Monday morning it would have them from the harbour far away
Fishing in the deep saltwater many miles from Corio Bay
For the weather bronzed deep sea fishers there is never an easy pay
It is hard work fraught with danger where the huge waves spume up white spray
In coffin boats on the sea bed some of their kind do lay
So when on land the fisher will make merry he may not grow old and gray
In the harbour pub at Geelong there is music, dance and cheer
And the fishermen are singing feeling merry on the beer
Strong and fit and healthy young sea farers at the peak of their life prime
They will drink their fill of liquor till the publican calls time
Monday morning it will see them many miles out of the shore
Casting their nets in deep water where the huge waves toss and roar.