When lamps are lighted in the town,
The boats sail out to sea;
The fishers watch when night comes down,
They work for you and me.

When little children go to rest,
Before they sleep, they pray
That God will bless the fishermen
And bring them back at day.

The boats come in at early dawn,
When children wake in bed;
Upon the beach the boats are drawn,
And all the nets are spread.

God hath watched o'er the fishermen
Far on the deep dark sea,
And brought them safely home again,
Where they are glad to be.

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M. M. Penstone, 1859-1910