Winfield’s Fishing Song

Out at Sea, Chesapeake (PaxLair Times) – May 28, 2011 – by Winfield – Winfield wrote this song while on a recent fishing trip.

Pay the monger, pay his fee.
We have to get out to the sea.
Load the cargo, get underway.
We just can’t wait another day!

CHORUS
Bait my hook. Cast my line.  Fishing is my way of life.

Unfurl the sail, pick up speed.
Our poles are ready for the deed.
Man yer stations, I do say.
No time for games or your horseplay!

CHORUS
Bait my hook. Cast my line. Fishing is my way of life.

Watch for pirates, they’re on the loose.
Fire the cannon and give ’em the juice.
Take no prisoners, this ain’t the day.
They’d slow us down & get in our way!

CHORUS
Bait my hook. Cast my line. Fishing is my way of life.

Drop the anchor, set the mast.
The fish are here — we found at last.
Hook a serpent, get a sword.
Kill it quickly without a word!

CHORUS
Bait my hook. Cast my line. Fishing is my way of life.

Catch the fish, fill our hold.
Markets are waiting and have our gold.
Raise the anchor, head due west.
Follow the sun while I take a rest!

CHORUS
Bait my hook. Cast my line. Fishing is my way of life.

We’ve come to port, our hold is filled.
A better catch than we had willed.
Sell the fish, get some grub.
I’m buying ale at the nearest pub!!!

CHORUS
Bait my hook. Cast my line. Fishing is my way of life.