(verse 1)
If the waves roll rough as in days before
Still we put our boats to sea
The take has been tough, we're counting on more
To make the season pay
(verse 2)
We'll carry on, carry on
sing these words through all the damage done
The old salt would say, I my father's son
Come hell or high water
We'll carry on,
(verse 3)
Verse4
It's a merciless scheme, not a fisherman's dream
Hell or high water
Hell or high water
Hell or high water
we'll carry