The fisherman are pitching pennies
In the sand beside the sea
The sunrise hits their oilskin boots
And their painted boats and me
They seem »
Fisherman Song True Stories & Other Dreams
by Judy Collins
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Hulls were creaking crashing sails
Rains were slating down
The oilskins flapping, decks awash
Slanting turning round
Thunder roaring »
At the Harbour Ashes Are Burning
by Renaissance
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crashing sails
Rains were slating down
The oilskins flapping, decks awash
Slanting, turning 'round
Thunder roaring at the harbor
Women drawn in fear »
At the Harbour Ocean Gypsy
by Michael Dunford
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borrowed my suit of oilskins and he took nmy trick at the wheel
The butcher who killed this ram, sir, was up to his knees in blood
And the boy who told »
Derby Ram Evening with Tommy Makem
by Tommy Makem
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The fisherman are pitching pennies in the sand beside the sea
And the sunrise hits their oilskin boots, their painted boats and me
And they seem »
Fisherman's Song Born to the Breed: A Tribute to Judy Collins
by Dolly Parton
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Oh this is the place where they're fishin' and gatherin',
Oil-skins and boots and the Cape hands batten down;
All sizes of figures with squid lines »
Squid Jiggin' Ground My Nova Scotia Home
by Hank Snow
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I remember the night that he came in from the wintery
Cold and damp
A giant of a man in an oilskin coat, and a bundle that
Told he was a tramp
He »
Donegal Danny 20 Original Greatest Hits
by The Dubliners
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