| lyric | There was an old man whe came from Kinsale,
Sing aborum fame, sing aborum ling
And he had a herring, for sale,
Sing aborum fane, sing aborum ling.
Sing man from Kinsale, with a herring for sale,
Sing aborum fane, sing aborum ling.
And indeed I have moir of my herring to sing,
Sing aborum fane, sing aborum ling.
And what do you think they made of his head? Sing, etc.
The finest griddle that ever baked bred. Sing, etc.
Sing herring, sing head, sing griddle, sing bread. Sing, etc.
And indeed I have more of my herring to sing. Sing, etc.
What do you think they made of his mouth?
The finest kittle that ever did spout,
Sing herring, sing mouth, sing little, sing spout.
And what do you think they made of his back?
A nice little man, his name it was Jack.
Sing herring, sing back, sing man, sing Jack.
And what do you think they made of his belly?
A nice little girl, her name it was Nelly.
Sing herring, sing belly, sing ger-I, sing Nelly.
And what do you think they made of his bones?
The finest hammer that ever broke stones.
Sing herring, sing bones, sing hammer, sing stones.
And what do you think they made of his bottom?
The finest old woman that ever spun cotton.
Sing herring, sing bottom, sing woman, sing cotton.
And what do you think they made of his tail?
The finest ship that ever did sail.
Sing herring, sing tail, sing ship, sing sail,
And I have no more of my herring to sing. |