Introduction:
With our nets and gear we're faring
O'er the wild and wasteful ocean.
It's out there on the deep
That we harvest our bread,
As we hunt the bonny shoals of herring.
1. It was on a fair and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbour I was faring,
As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger,
For to hunt the bonny shoals of herring.
2. Oh we left our home grounds in the month of June,
And for Galashiels we soon were bearing,
With a hundred cran of the silver darlings
That we'd taken from the shoals of herring.
3. Now the work was hard and the hours were long,
And the treatment surely took some bearing.
And I used to sleep standing on me feet,
And I'd dream about the shoals of herring.
4. Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman,
And you're learning all about seafaring.
That's your education, scraps of navigation,
As you hunt the bonny shoals of herring.
5. In the stormy seas and the living gale,
I earned the gear that I was wearing,
Sailed ten thousand miles, caught ten million fishes,
As we hunted for the shoals of herring.
Coda:
Night and day we're faring,
Come winter wave or winter gale.
Sweating our course, growing up, growing old,
As we hunt the bonny shoals of herring.
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