Three fishers went sailing out into the west, Out into the west as the sun went down, Each thought on the woman that loved him the best, and The children stood watching them out of the town, For men must work and women must weep, For there's little to earn and many to keep, and The harbour bar be moanin', and The harbour bar be moanin'. Three wives sat up in the lighthouse tower, They trimmed the lamps as the sun went down, and They looked at the squall and they looked at the shower, and The night-wrack came rollin' in, ragged and brown. For men must work and women must weep, Though storms be sud - den and the waters be deep, and The harbour bar be moanin', and The Harbour bar be moanin'. Three corpses lay out on the shining sand, In the morning gleam as the tide went down, and The women were weepin' and wringin' their hands, For those who would never come back to the town. For men must work and women must weep, and The sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep, and Good - bye to the bar and its moanin', and Good - bye to the bar and it's moanin', Oh men must work and women must weep, and The sooner it's over, the sooner to sleep, and Good - bye to the bar and its moanin', and Good - bye to the bar and it's moanin',