(Rythme 3/4) [Arpèges avec montées et descentes] Where Patter_-son_ Creek's__ muddy_ waters__ run down__ Past the penny_ arcades__ by the harbour_ dow-own_-town_ All_ the old__ Tur_-tlebacks_ rust in__ the rain__ Like they never__ will leave__ there_ again___ _ But leave_ there_ they_ will__ in the ho-ours__ befo-ore_ dawn__ Slip out_ in__ the darkness_ without word_ o-or_ song__ For a few_ more_ years__ yet_ they will work_ while__ they can__ To catch ti__-ny fish for__ Japan___ No_ white fish__ or trout here__ we leave__ them__ alone__ The inspectors_ raise_ hell_ if we take any__ home__ What kind__ of fisher__-man_ can't _eat_ his_ catch_ Or call_ what he's__ ta_-ken__ his_ own?___ _ But the plant works three shifts now_ there's plenty__ of pay__ We ship seven_-teen tons__ of this garbage_ each day__ If we want to eat_ fish_ then we'll open__ a can__ And catch ti__-ny fish for__ Japan___ In the Nor_-folk__ Hotel_ o__-ver far_ too much_ beer_ The old_ gu-ys_ remember_ when the water_ ran_ clear_ No poisons_ with names__ that we can't understand_ And no__ ti__-ny fish for__ Japan___ So the days_ run_ together_ each one is_ the same__ And it's good__ that the smelt_ have no love-lier_ name_ It's all just a job now_ we'll work_ while_ we can_ To catch ti__-ny fish for__ Japan___