"FV Dorothy (Queen of Innisfail)"
By the banks of the Johnstone, where the cane fields grow,
She rides the tide where the warm winds blow...
Out of Innisfail before the dawn,
Skipper Ben’s got his work boots on,
With the diesel hum and the seagulls' wail,
She cuts through the chop with a hardwood sail.
FV Dorothy, ride that swell,
Queen of the reef where the wild fish dwell,
With a rusted hull and a steadfast crew,
She’s the heart of the north, through and through.
Lines are cast and the bait goes deep,
No time for rest, no time for sleep,
From the reef to the shoal, she pulls her prize,
With the salt on their hands and the fire in their eyes.
FV Dorothy, ride that swell,
Queen of the reef where the wild fish dwell,
With a rusted hull and a steadfast crew,
She’s the pride of the port, tried and true.
Through storm and squall, she’s held her course,
Driven by diesel and ocean force,
They say she’s old, but she’s got soul,
And a belly full of barra, that’s the goal!
Back to the jetty as the sun sinks low,
With buckets of red and silver glow,
The pubs light up and the yarns get tall,
Of the mighty FV that’s seen it all.
FV Dorothy, strong and free,
She’s a legend down by the Coral Sea,
With a rusted hull and a heart of gold,
She’s the story the old fishers told.