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[00:11.97]How still lies the bay
[00:14.66]In the light western air
[00:17.57]That flows from the crimson horizon
[00:22.61]Once more we tack home
[00:25.57]With a dry empty hold
[00:28.53]Saving gas with the breezes so fair
[00:33.80]She's a kindly Cape Islander
[00:37.38]Old but still sound
[00:39.86]But so lost in the longliner's shadow
[00:45.12]Make and break and make do
[00:47.81]But the fish are so few
[00:51.06]That she won't be replaced should she founder
[00:57.21]In Make and Break Harbour
[00:59.77]The boats are so few
[01:02.21]Too many are pulled up and rotten
[01:07.67]Most houses stand empty
[01:10.48]Old nets hung to dry
[01:13.79]Are blown away, lost, and forgotten
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[01:30.37]It's so hard not to think of before the big war
[01:35.81]When the cod went so cheap but so plenty
[01:41.43]Foreign trawlers go by now
[01:44.42]With long-seeing eyes
[01:47.42]Taking all where we seldom take any
[01:52.79]And the young folk don't stay
[01:55.81]With the fisherman's way
[01:58.55]Long ago they all moved to the city
[02:04.06]And the ones left behind
[02:06.66]Old and tired and blind
[02:09.66]Can't work for a pound for a penny
[02:15.59]In Make and Break Harbour
[02:18.23]The boats are so few
[02:21.02]Too many are pulled up and rotten
[02:26.54]Most houses stand empty
[02:29.38]Old nets hung to dry
[02:32.54]Are blown away, lost, and forgotten
[02:51.30]I can see the big draggers
[02:53.33]Have stirred up the bay
[02:56.04]Leavin' lobster traps smashed on the bottom
[03:01.49]Can they think it don't pay
[03:04.57]To respect the old ways
[03:07.56]That make and break men have not forgotten
[03:12.79]For we still keep our time
[03:15.94]To the turn of the tide
[03:18.78]And this boat that I built with my father
[03:24.26]Still lifts to the sky
[03:26.75]The one lunger and I
[03:29.84]Still talk like old friends on the water
[03:35.56]In Make and Break Harbour
[03:38.44]The boats are so few
[03:41.00]Too many are pulled up and rotten
[03:46.67]Most houses stand empty
[03:49.47]Old nets hung to dry
[03:52.62]Are blown away, lost, and forgotten
[03:58.28]In Make and Break Harbour
[04:01.06]The boats are so few
[04:03.91]Too many are pulled up and rotten
[04:09.24]Most houses stand empty
[04:12.11]Old nets hung to dry
[04:15.38]Are blown away, lost, and forgotten
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