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We sit down on Friday, all eat fish and chips,

No tastier meal, Our national dish,

We should all be aware, to put fish on our plate,

There are men drowned at sea, A terrible fate,

It’s not just a job, It’s more a vocation,

Risking their lives, to feed our great nation,

When you sit down on Friday, all gathered for tea,

Just spare a thought, For the Men of the Sea! 


Copyright Malcolm Barnes Durham Sweep Chimney Sweep.

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