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DWith our nets and Bmgear we're AfaDring DOn the wild and Gwasteful DoceaAn. Its out Dthere on the Gdeep we Dharvest and reap Aour Bmbread As we Dhunt the bonny Gshoals of AherrDing
DO it was a fine and a pleasant day Out of Yarmouth harbour I was Afaring DAs a cabinboy on a sailing Bmlugger DWe were following the Gshoals of AherDring
Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman You can swear and show a manly bearing Take your turn on watch with the other fellows As your hunting for the shoals of herring Now we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank I was cook and I'd a quarter sharing And I used to sleep standing on my feet As we hunted for the shoals of herring We left the homegrounds in the month of June And for Canny Shiels we soon were bearing With a hundred cran of the silver darlings That we'd taken from the shoals of herring In the stormy seas and the living gales Just to earn your daily bread you're faring From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands As you're hunting for the shoals of herring Well I earned my keep and I paid my way And I earned the gear that I was wearing Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes We were hunting after shoals of herring You're net rope man now, or you're on the move And your learing all about sea faring That's your education scraps of navigation As you hunt the bonnie shoals of herring Night and day the sea's we are daring Come wind or calm or winter gales Sweating our cold growing up growing old or dying as you hunt the bonny schoal of herring