O my dad was a fisherman bold
And he lived till he grew old
For he opens the pane and he pops out the flame
Just to see how the wind do blow
And often he say to me
You'd be wise before you go
Do you open the pane and pop out the flame
Just to see how the wind do blow
When the north wind roughly blow
Then I lay right snug below
But I open the pane and pop out the flame
Just to see how the wind do blow
When the wind come out of the east
You'll be looking for sleet and snow
But I open the pane and pops out the flame
Just to see how the wind do blow
When the wind back into the west
That'll come a rough in at best,
But I open the pane and pops out the flame
Just to see how the wind do blow
When the south wind softly blow,
It's then I love to go
And I open the pane and pop out the flame
Just to see how the wind do blow
And my poor wife say to me
We shall starve if you don't go
So I open the pane and I pops out the flame
Just to see how the wind do blow
Ah, now all you fishermen bold,
If you'd live till you grow old,
Do you open the pane and pop out the flame
Just to see how the wind do blow
@fish @weather @work
recorded by Phil Hammond on Folksongs of Britain 3
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