Deckie Heavrn

Is there a place in heaven Where old deckies muster A sheltered safe haven away From any wild storm's bluster From sail to steam to diesel United one and all By the harvesting of the sea And the handling of the trawl. Do the different generations Mingle to chat about the life United by the fishing and The razored gutting knife Do the three day millionaires In their bell bottomed trews Their slim Jim ties Their brothel creeper shoes Mix with the fishermen Of all the fishing nations Is it an easy mix of Fishing's generations. Do they observe a silence When the latest vessel sinks Welcome new brothers with Heavenly ambrosiac drinks. Is their a deckies heaven For those who paid the cost For those quiet heroes counted Amongst fishing's lives lost. Do they gather in their thousands To chew the fat about it all Do they relive their memories Of the following of the trawl. Is there a place in heaven Where old deckies muster A sheltered safe haven away From any wild storm's bluster