The Call / Daughters of Watchet / Caturn's Night

Call on the high hills, oh daughters of Watchet! Be blessed by the high tides and fed by the lawns And call for the men to come in from their tall ships Call for the men to come in from the storms And call for the men to come in from their horses Call for the men to come in from the corn Call on the high hills, oh daughters of Watchet Be blessed by the high tides and fed by the lawns Mary sat by the hollow tree The hollow tree, the hollow tree Mary sat by the hollow tree Down by the fields of maize And Annie sat by the old ore mine The old ore mine, the old ore mine Annie sat by the old ore mine Down by the mineral line Mary's love was a farmer's hand Took to the fields to farm the land From sun up until sun down He worked the long day through And Annie's man was a miner's son Took the family business on Worked all day and all night long Down by the mineral line Molly sat by the briny sea The briny sea, the briny sea Molly sat by the briny sea Down by the harbour wall And Sally sat by the railway line The railway line, the railway line Sally sat by the railway line Down by the old steam train Molly's love was a longshoreman The work was hard and the hours long But it kept them fed, it kept him strong He'd not be to complain And Sally's man was a fireman He stoked the fires of a steam engine Cleared the soot from the black ash pan Down by the old steam train Call your men, you daughters fine Daughters fine, daughters fine Call your men, you daughters fine Call your men to home