Oh it was a fine 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
Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman
You can swear show a manly barren
Take your turn and watch with the other fellas
As you hunt the bonny shoals of herring
Well I earned my keep and I paid my way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
I sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes
We were dreaming of the shoals of herring
Night and day the seas were daring
Come wind oh come more winter again
Sweating or cold, growing up, growing old, Or dying
As we dream about the shoals of herring