The fisherman are pitchin' pennies   In the sand beside the sea   The sunrise hits their oilskin boots   And their painted boats and me      They seem to know the ocean   Like a man knows a woman   She makes him wait around   For half the mornin' for the tide to turn      Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman   Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day   Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman   Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing      They're drinkin' beer and laughin'   And squintin' at the sun   Waitin' for the gulls to tell them   When the fish will come      Their faces brown and weathered   From all the nets they've run   They've learned to wait   They always know that the tide will turn      Pull on the ropes, Seine haul fisherman   Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day   Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman   Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing      Pull in the ropes, Seine haul fisherman   Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day   Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman   Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing      Way out on the ocean   The big ships hunt for whales   The Japanese have caught so many   That now they hunt for snails      My fisherman's not greedy   They seem content to live   With the sun and the sand   And a net full of fishes when the tide turns      Pull in the ropes, Seine haul fisherman   Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day   Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman   Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing      Pull in the ropes, Seine haul fisherman   Never catches more than he knows he can sell in a day   Pull in the nets, Seine haul fisherman   Day's for work and night's the time to go dancing