The Shoals of Herring Lyrics

Oh it was a fine and a pleasant day.
Out of yonder with harbor I was sailing.
As a cabin boy or a sailing looker,
For to 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
Sailed a million mile, caught ten million fishes
That we hunted in 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 hunt the bonny shoals of Herring.