despite Dave's claim that he has only limited knowledge of the life of a
trawlerman, he was able to write this poem:
"Steaming into Granton laden doon wi’ fish
The trawler crew are happy
their mission accomplished,
They braved the cold North
Sea and waves you never dreamed of, To put some lovely haddock upon the
The trawler man's a hardy man, fu’ o’ grit sae
Bringing in a grand meal
just for me and you.
The lack o’ sleep, the
stress o’ work, that would make a body cry,
Is the measure o’ the trawler men, that sail the seas so high.
They tend the nets, repair the breaks tae keep the
They gut the fish and fill the boxes, then drop them doon the hatch. In
the hold below they ice and stack the harvest,
Then clear the deck o’ debris an’ batten doon the
The work all done they can relax, and rest their
Then steaming hame tae Granton, tae their wee Scottish hame."
Ferguson, Blairgowrie, Perth & Kinross, Scotland:
22 November 2016