The Shoals of Herring

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
Well I earned my keep and I payed my way
And I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed a million miles
Caught ten million fishes
That we'd hunted in the shoals of herring
Night and day the seas were daring
Come wind o call our winter gale
Sweating or cold growing up
Growing old or dying
As we hunt the bonny shoals of herring