Oh, it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth Harbor I was faring
As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger
For to hunt the bonny Shoals of Herring
Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
You can swear and show a manly bearing
Take your turn and watch with the other fellas
As you hunt the bonny Shoals of Herring
Well I earned my keep and I payed my way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
I sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes
We were dreaming of the shoals of Herring.
Night and day the seas were daring
Come wind, or come oh winter gale
Sweating or cold, growing up, growing old or dying
As we dreamed about the Shoals of Herring
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