The poor little fisher boy, song

Theresa Houten, singing in English
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Down by the lowlands a poor boy did wander
Way down by the lowlands a poor boy did roam
By his friends he was rejected and he looked so much dejected
Cried the poor little fisher boy so far away from home

Dark was the night and loudly roared the thunder
The lightning flashed the tender and the boat did over tumble
I clasped my arms around the mast and then I reached the shore at last
I left my father on the deep so far away from home

I stood on the beach ‘til the waves dashed around me
I stood on the beach but alas no father came
Here I am a stranger so close to every danger
Cried the poor little fisher boy so far away from home

A lady she was listening she opened up her window
And into her house she invited me to go
The tears fell from her eyes when she heard those mournful cries
Of the poor little fisher boy so far away from home

She begged of her father to give this lad employment
She begged of her father no more to let him roam
This boy will never leave me poor boy I will relieve you
So far away from home

Where is your father oh where is your mother
Alas they are dead which caused me to roam
My father died on the billow my mother died on her pillow
Cried the poor little fisher boy so far away from home

Many’s the day I laboured to serve my noble master
Many’s the day I laboured since I became a man
Now I can tell the hearts and sobs of stangers
Of the poor little fisher boy so far away from home