Here's to the boys of the eastern shore wherever they may be.
It's a hard life on the coast they say. A dollar hides there easily.
His grandfather and father too, had made their livings like their sons,
Smuggling goods carried to and from, St. Pierre and Miquelon.

Chorus:		And the mothers pray for children
 		Swallowed by the briny sea.
		Here's to the boys of the eastern shore
		Wherever they may be.

His ancestors had carried booze to subsidize the family cause.
His kids had done without too long to care just what the cargo was.
The nature of the beast he carried was without a heart and soul.
A scarab was to meet the trawler two miles east of devil's hole...

Chorus:		And the mothers pray for children
		As they have thousands of years.
		Here's to the boys of the eastern shore
		Wherever they may be.

Sometimes he wondered if his nets would ever filled by God,
Now he sees the Portugese and Spanish have all the cod.
Lobster's not plentiful as it was not long ago.
The smuggler's boat can take home far more tuna than he could know ...

Chorus:		And the mothers pray for children
 		Swallowed by the briny sea.
		Here's to the boys of the eastern shore
		Wherever they may be.