| lyric | With our nets and gear we're farring,
on the wild and wastefull Ocean.
It’s out there on the deep that we harvest our bread
As we hunt the bonny shoals of herring.
It was on a fair and a pleaant day,
out of Yarmouth harbour I was faring.
As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger
for to hunt the bonny shoals of herring.
0 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 fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank.
Iwas cook and I'd a quarter sharing,
And I used to sleep standing on my feet.
And I'd dream about the shoals of herring.
O we left the home grounds in the month of June,
And to canny Shiels we soon was bearing,
With a hundred cran of the silver darlings
That we'd taken from the shoals of herring.
Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman.
You can swear and show a manly bearing
Take a 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 you're daring,
From the Dover Straights to the Faroe Islands
As you're hunting for the shoals of herring.
O I earned me keep and I paid me way
And I earned the gear that Iwas wearing.
Sailed a million miles, caught ten-million fishes
We were sailing after shoals of herring.
Night and day we're faring.
Come winter wave or winter gale.
Sweating or cold, growing up, growing old,
As we hunt the bonny shoals of herring. |