Three fishers went sailing out into the West,
Out into the West as the sun went down;
Each thought on the woman who lov’d him the best;
And the children stood watching them out of the town;
For men must work, and women must weep,
And there’s little to earn, and many to keep,
Though the harbour bar be moaning.
Three wives sat up in the light-house tower,
And they trimm’d the lamps as the sun went down;
They look’d at the squall, and they look’d at the shower,
And the night wrack came rolling up ragged and brown!
But men must work, and women must weep,
Though storms be sudden, and waters deep,
And the harbour bar be moaning. – Charles Kingsley
I recently posted about the fisherwomen of Portugal and how they are celebrated and remembered in street art.
In case you missed it…
For International Women’s Day I have featured one aspect of the life of a fisherwomen…
The long day waiting for the fishermen to return home safely…
A tough job for sure!