Heave ho, heave ho
Til we see the shore,
From night to morn
With our nets all worn.
Once we spot our prey
It won't last the day,
It can't escape our sight
And soon we'll get a bite.
Then the contest begins
As our vessel rocks and spins,
With hook and net and spear
We reel our quarry near.
Heave ho, heave ho
Til we see the shore,
From night to morn
We fish and blare our horn.
At the dock we love the stares
As the crowd admires our wares,
A catch so big
They'll dance a jig.
Then we finish the day
And we dance and play,
With mead so sweet
As we put up our feet.
Heave ho, heave ho
Til we set out once more,
We live as we please
And we hit the high seas.
Setting sail with a song and a joke
That's the life of a Vastyr fisherfolk!
