DESCRIPTION:
Enter the Haggis's song "Noseworthy and Piercy," from the album Gutter Anthems.

------Lyrics-----
Noseworthy and Piercy were two fine fishermen
Off the Grand Banks of Newfoundland.
Oh, the ocean's an angel with the face of a flounder!
Ah, she holds the devil by the hands!
Ah, she holds the devil by the hand!

"Good catch to you all!" cries the captain, Robert Rose.
The dory boats are lowered where the fathoms fall below.
The red sun scowls and the wind the wiser,
Whispering a warning o'er the lines,
Whispering a warning o'er the lines.

Those who dwell ashore
Know nothing of the lore
And the glory and the myst'ry of the deep.
Salt water in our veins
The captain at the reins,
Our wand'ring souls the freest,
Our wand'ring souls the freest of the free.

When the mother ship's cannon cracked the signal to return,
The clouds were building bastions in the swirling up above.
Poseidon the king and the wind his jester,
Dancing with the Lightning Lady Fair,
Dancing with the Lightning Lady Fair.

The black water boiled, the dory pitched and toiled.
Can you hear the klaxon calling out your name?
Are the anchors of our fate to die upon the waves,
Far from all our family,
Far from all our family and friends?

Tiny fingers pressed against the windowpane,
Find your father's star upon the sea.
Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillowcase,
Until the day when he returns again.

With breath of wind and bones of ice
They cast their cries into the night.
Lost... Alone... Adrift... Alive...

After two days and nights with the oars in the grave,
The two men were given for gone, gone away.
Bitter news, it travels well, like a schooner on a swell.
Their families learned the story of their fate.

On the ocean high, a rescue had come by,
And took them to the Old World on the far Atlantic side.
After two months gone, the blessed harbour of St. John's
Rolled in on the North Atlantic tide,
Rolled in on the North Atlantic tide.

Those who dwell ashore
Know nothing of the lore
And the glory and the myst'ry of the deep.
But when the heart is strong
You'll return where you belong.
They made it back to Newfoundland!
(They made it back to Newfoundland!)
They made it back to Newfoundland again!

Tiny fingers pressed against the windowpane,
Find your father's star upon the sea.
Keep your faith like teeth beneath your pillowcase
Until the day when he returns again!


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