A small isolated Nation.
It wasn’t quite Oven Ready
In fact not even made
When it came to the future
Of the British Fishing trade
Chippies in our country selling
Imported Cod with their chips,
Brought in from Norway now, not
Caught and landed by our ships
Caught and landed by our ships
The super trawler Kirkella lies
Tied up in King George Dock
Just another victim of
That post Brexit shock.
She’s state of the art
One of the most modern around
All she needs now is
Some allowed fishing grounds.
It looks like all negotiation
Are sadly set to fail
So she may be leased out
Even put up for sale.
Up there in Westminster
There’s little If any pity
As they rake in their coin
From dealings in the City.
The last surviving member
Of Hull’ once proud fishing fleet
If this time she’s lost that’s
The devastation now complet
The devils in the detail with
Oven Ready withdrawal terms made
Pity they didn’t explain that they still
Need to negotiate Terms Of Trade.
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MV Kirkella
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