07/27/12 - 8:18am
East Side Set-netter
‘No weakling here can take a chance
They’re weeded out like chaff
No beardless youth or city dude
Can stand the hard, hard gaff.
Men and women with lots of guts, my lad-
Crew that never cry
For they have to fight from dawn to night
Or else go down and die.
With a twenty foot skiff
On the rough and dangerous surf
You have to pull like sin-
The roaring waves will be your grave
If ever you give in.
You fight like hell with never a yell