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To the North sea we’re faring
To that wild and wasteful ocean
Casting our nets, reaping the harvest of the deep
While we hunt the bonny shoales of herring

O, it was a bright and a summer’s morning
Out of Yarmouth harbour I was faring
As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger
We were going to hunt the shoals of herring

And the hours were long and the wages bad
And the treatment sure it took some bearing
There was little kindness and the kicks were many
While we hunted for the shoals of herring

And we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank
I was a cook and I'd a quarter-sharing
And I used to sleep, standing on me feet
Dreaming of the silver shoals of herring

Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
You can swear and show a manly bearing
Take your turn on deck with the other fellows
As you hunt the bonny shoals of herring

Now we fished the home grounds in the month of June
Then to canny Shiels we soon was bearing
With a hundred cran of the silver darlings
That we'd taken from the shoals of herring

And you’re not ropeman now, boy you’re on the go
And you’re learning all about sea faring
For your education scraps of navigation
As you hunt the bonny shoals of herring

Through the wild seas and the living gales
Just to earn our daily bread we're faring
From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands
Just to hunt the bonny shoals of herring

Yes, I earned me keep and I earned me way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed a million miles, caught ten-million fishes
That we’re taking from the shoals of herring

The night and day the seas we’re daring
Come winds as gale or stormy weather
Sweating and cold, growing up, growing old and dying
While we hunt the bonny sholes of herring


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