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Well, the ropes are all tangled and tied
The throb of red diesel it whines
Past the still snoring town
We elbow around
For manyâs the nights we will claim
To drain all the salt from our veins
The captain, a round-headed man
With drunken tattoos he commands
In the wheelhouse he sits
With both eyes transfixed
For manyâs the night he will claim
To drain all the salt from our veins
Crunching blocks and grinding old gears
As the winch draws, our signal is cleared
Nets open wide, this purse is our prize
A hundredweight falls from the chains
As we drain all the salt from our veins
Four trawls a day we are set
And only half of all caught now are kept
Slick, slime and tails
All bloodshot and pale
For manyâs the night we will pray
We wonât drain all the salt from our veins
- Album:
- Ballads Of The Broken Few
- Word of Mouth
- Tales from the Barrel House
- Miscellaneous
- Hearts And Minds
- Hearts & Minds
- Word of Mouth (Deluxe Version)
- Midsomer Murders (Original Television Soundtrack)
- Inspector Barnaby (Original Television Soundtrack)
- TFF Rudolstadt 2011
- Tiny World
- Freedom Fields
- Solomon Browne
- iTunes Festival: London 2008
- Introducing... Seth Lakeman, Vol. 1
- Winter Collection 3
- The White Hare (Live)
- The White Hare
- Lady of the Sea (Hear Her Calling)
- Mercury Music Prize Compilation 2005