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Wi our nets and gear we're faringOn the wild and wispful oceanIt's there on the deep that we harvest and reap oor breadAs we hunt the bonny shoals o' herringTwas was a fine and a pleasant summer's dayOut of Yarmouth harbour I was faringAs a cabin boy on a sailing luggerWe were off tae hunt the shoals o' herringNow the work was hard and the hours were longAnd the treatment surely took some bearingThere was little kindness and the kicks were manyAs we hunted for the shoals o' herringNow we fished the Swarth and the Broken BankI was cook and I'd a quarter sharingAnd I used to sleep standin' on my feetAnd I'd dream about the shoals o' herringWell we left the home ground in the month o' JuneAnd for canny Shields we soon were bearingWi a hundred cran of the silver darlingsThat we'd taken from the shoals o' herringThrough the stormy seas and the living galeLetras de cancionesJust tae earn your daily bread you're daringFrom the Dover Straits to the Faroe IslandsAs you're following the shoals o' herringNow you're up on deck you're a fishermanYou can swear and show a manly bearingTake your turn on deck wi the other fellowsAs you're following the shoals o' herringNight and day we're faringCome winter wind or winter galeSweat or cold growing up growing old and dyingAs you hunt the bonnie shoals o' herring From Letras Mania