As a shipbuilder,
I can relate, with the plight o’ the fishermen,
to destroy a perfectly good boat,
would totally do my head in!
It would break my heart,
if I had to sail my boat to be scrapped,
how can anyone imagine,
the pain of doing that.
Sailing still proud in their boat,
on its very last trip,
to a scrap-yard far away,
with vultures waiting, ready to strip.
Sailing into a strange Danish Harbour,
into an eerie graveyard full of ships,
the Fisher’s minds thinking back,
on all the great fishing trips.
The scrap-yards look eerie
and the Fishers find it really sad,
the place brings tears to the eyes,
of even the hardest fishing lad.
They’ll chop up the hull,
with their gas burning gear,
putting the pieces in a skip,
ignorant to the Fishers tears.
Tears from grown men,
their children and their wives,
no more fishing boat
and no more fishing lives.
Boat hulls made from wood,
are cut too pieces too,
in these desperate times,
what’s a Fisher to do?
Some day in the future,
the children will enquire,
“What happened to Granddad’s boat
and why did he retire”.
These questions they will hurt
and these questions will need an answer,
will they blame it on Ross Finnie,
who did not stop this cancer!
Scrapping of the Aurora. (Photo taken in Macduff June 2004).