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