Granddaughter's Lament They left their homes and families, And sailed the seven seas, one was My great grandfather, who drowned In the cruel sea. They fished to feed Their loved ones, those brave and Hearty men, venturing out in schooners, Would they ever return again. Struggling Through years of hardship, they seldom Seen the land, little did they realize their Sons had grown to men. Following in their Father's footsteps, fishing days remained The same, until C.P. McCarthy helped them, Fishermen's lives then changed. Today fishers Leave their families, and sail away as before, In state of the art fishing boats, they ride rough Seas to shore. The modem plant is waiting, To handle the fishing catch, and pay the fishers Fair bounty, Thank Cod, may fishing last. 101