Waiting game

Eagerly awaiting

A decision to be made

The crew anticipating

To end this Hake charade

The decision is keep fishing

They believe the fish is around

For all the crew that's wishing

There hope is pretty much drowned

We spend our days at sea

Hoping to make it rich

No fish we work for free

Thinking life's a bitch

As fishermen the hopes are high

The next net comes in full

A life at sea is do or die

And that my friends is no bull