The Silver Cloud

To catch the fish
We must go
To risk our lives
In the too and fro

In the Silver Cloud
With rust outside
We do our job
With so much pride

Our only task
To get some fish
For you to eat
From your dish

She’s ready and waiting
In Gairloch harbour
Tied to the pier
Full of ardour

Silver Cloud
Are you our hope
Our future plans
Or just old rope

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