Folkestone Trawlers - Venerea

On the beach they still sell postcards and faded photographs

Like a cruel wedding picture crowning an epitaph

They’ve switched off the channel since they built the tunnel

There’s wind on the water

The waves pound and roar

There are more mouths to feed now than ever before

Gone are the days of the sail and the oar

The trawlers are rotting on the shore

The trawlers of Folkestone

They took it underground

Our ferries all went down

The tourist bubble burst

With foreign fish at Tesco half price, every little hurts

Now our only goal is to stay on the dole