Listen to the track:
Verse 1
Stumbled down to Wembury sands,
Boots full of pebbles, pipe in my hands.
Crabs in the rockpools, gulls in the sky,
Farmer waves once and the cows roll by.
Chorus
Hey-ho, Wembury row,
Where the Yealm tides ebb and flow.
Ale in the tavern, fish on the quay,
Sing me the song of the saltwater sea!
Verse 2
Church on the headland, stern and proud,
Preacher’s voice booming, calling the crowd.
But I’d rather chase mackerel down in the bay,
Than nod at the sermon on a wet Sunday.
Chorus
Hey-ho, Wembury row,
Where the Yealm tides ebb and flow.
Ale in the tavern, fish on the quay,
Sing me the song of the saltwater sea!
Bridge
Mill’s gone silent, but the wheel still grins,
Old tales linger in the fisherman’s inns.
Step too close and the spray will bite,
Wembury laughs through the Devon night.
Final Chorus (repeat)
Hey-ho, Wembury row…