We travel at night

By the light of the moon

We follow in the wake

Into a Long Bay

We anchors away

Safe for the night

Four brothers and I

Wake with a gloom

We bathe in the brine

Ever too soon

For a captain's call

Hauling in the line

We make our way

Home by dark

Four brothers and I

Tie up to the barge

Ever too soon

We gather and sort

Carrying our weight

We make for the car.