The Shoals Of Herring

Ooo it was a fine and a plea - sant day

Out of yar - mouth har-bour I was far - ing

As a cab - in boy on a sail - ing lug - ger

For to go and hunt the shoals of her - ring

o, the work was hard and the hours were long

And the treatment, sure, it took some bearing,

There was little kindness and the kicks were many

As we hunted for the shoals of herring

o, we finished the swarth and the broken bank

I was cook and I'd a quarter-sharing

And I used to sleep, standing on my feet

And I'd dream about the shaols of herring

o, we left the home grounds in the month of june

And to canny shiels we soon were bearing

With a hundred cran of the silver darlings

That we'd taken from the shoals of herring

now your up on deck, you're a fisherman

You can swear and show a manly bearing

Take your turn on watch with the other fellows

While you're searching for the shoals of herring

in the stormy seas and the living gales

Just to earn your daily bread your daring

From the dover straits to the faroe islands,

As your following the shoals of herring

o, I earned me keep and I paid me way

And I eaned the gear I was wearing

Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes

We were sailing after shoals of herring