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Well the tide rolls up and the ships roll out Searching the seas on a fishing scout Hoping to find something in time To save the jobs on the fishing line But they don't find much, not like before When cod could be caught right off the shore And when the boats come home when the day is done There were no fish to catch and they say... What happened to the fish, mon? Well the inshore men knew it wouldn't be long Before the entire cod stock would be gone But the trawler captains kept fishing on Catching their quotas and singing their songs Well the government knew That the numbers weren't right But they couldn't stand up to the trawler captain's plight Now when the boats come home when the day is done There were no fish to catch and they say... What happened to the fish, mon? Where'd they go? I don't know The fishing industry turned real slow The regulation blows cause everybody knows When you take too much fish, they run away And then you will have to say... What happened to the fish, mon? Well a sailor drinking rum and fishing in the sun Caught a little fishy, where'd that one come from? Well the fishy said, "My family has just begun All us little fishies make a 32 ton But we've been on the run since the trawler captain's come It won't be long before we'll all be done You must only take some 'cause it's never really fun When you have to sing that doggone song" What happened to the fish, mon? Where'd they go? I don't know The fishing industry turned real slow The regulation blows cause everybody knows When you take too much fish, they run away And then you will have to say... What happened to the fish, mon? |
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