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 When you’re part of a group

There’s  more power in negotiation
It’s not quite so easy as
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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