Lyrics:

Bored, yet busy with my hands
Cargill, you'll have me round the bend
Cargill, you're pulling all the strands
Of my heartstrings entangled in your net
My love's turned, thrown away the quayside
Yours, a sister on each arm
Strong of shoulder, weak at the knees
Cargill, I'm the finest catch that you'll land
Cargill, do not presume to understand
The dread of counting home the fleet
The sudden thrill of seeing you're safely back
Your catch is fallen at your feet
Cargill, do not presume to understand
The dread of sounding the alarm
The sudden thrill of seeing you're safely back
Cargill, I'm the finest luck that you'll chart
Cargill, do not presume to understand
The dread of counting home the fleet
The sudden thrill of seeing you're safely back
Cargill, I'm the finest catch that you'll land
Cargill, I'm the finest luck that you'll chart
Cargill, I'm the finest catch that you'll land