- John Watt
Two score and five sailed out
that day
For the deep hole they were bound
With all sails set from Eyemouth Bay
None better could be found
And fourteen score o' fishers brave
Sent out one heart felt plea
That they'd be spared upon the waves
To reap white fish from the sea
Three leagues from shore well
the lines were cast
And the wind it held its breath
The sails hung limp on every mast
And the sea as still as death
But death was the bride that cam' at
noon
Cut the ribbons frae the creels
'Twas a raging wave hit Eyemouth
toon
And took her bonnie chiels
From the Orkneys to the Channel
Isles
On that October day
The wind it blew a thousand miles
From Hoy to Newlyn Bay
And seven score mothers' sons and
nine
They died off Eyemouth Shore
Those bonnie boys that held the line
Would plough the waves no more
And the grinding turn of the
hearse wheel
In October '81
Made every man and woman kneel
In prayer for Eyemouth sons
For this was the price they had to
pay
The living and the dead
And the price that Eyemouth paid
that day
To earn her daily bread
(as sung by Cilla Fisher)