A Fishwife's Prayer

Anon

These lines appeared in the Buckie Fishing Heritage Centre's newsletter, "Heritage News"

The wind is howlin' in the lum

Far will your faither be

Is he safely moored in Port

Or tossin' on the sea

The wins' still howlin in the lum

The bairns noo fast asleep

Oh I worry for my man

Oot on the stormy deep

Oh you who stilled the stormy wind

And calmed the raging sea

And saved your faithful fishermen

On far off Galilee

The win' is howlin in the lum

Oh hear my fervent plea

And guard my faithful fisherman

An' bring him safe to me

The beauty of a tranquil sea

Colours no words can pen

Can turn into a raging storm

That takes the lives o' men.

The win's stopped howlin in the lum

Ye've heard this prayer fae me

Noo grant him work upon the lan'

An' leave the restless sea.

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