With our nets and gear we're faring
On the wild and wasteful ocean
It's out there on the deep,
that we harvest and reap our bread
As we hunt the pony shores of Herring
It was an affair and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth Harbour I was farin'
As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger
For to hunt the bonnie shoals of Herring
Now the work was hard
an d the hours were long
And the treatment sure it
took some bearin'
And I used to sleep standing on my feet
As I dreamed about the shoals of herring
Now we left the home grounds
in the month of June
And for canny shields we
soon were bearing
With a hundred crown
of the silver darling
That we've taken from the
shoals of herring
Now you're up on deck,
you're a fisherman
And you're learning
all about seafaring
That's your education,
scraps of navigation
And you're following the shoals of herring
Your little old man now,
boy, you're on the move
You can swear or show a manly pairing
Take your turn on deck with
the other fellas
As you're searching
for the shoal of herring
On the stormy seas and the living gales
I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed ten thousand miles,
caught ten million fishes
As we hunted for the shoals of herring
And it's night and day
we're faring
Come winter wave or winter gale
Sweating or cold,
Growing up , growing old, or dy ing
We will haunt the bonnie
shores of Herring you