Ooo it was a fine and a plea - sant day Out of yar - mouth har-bour I was far - ing As a cab - in boy on a sail - ing lug - ger For to go and hunt the shoals of her - ring o, the work was hard and the hours were long And the treatment, sure, it took some bearing, There was little kindness and the kicks were many As we hunted for the shoals of herring o, we finished the swarth and the broken bank I was cook and I'd a quarter-sharing And I used to sleep, standing on my feet And I'd dream about the shaols of herring o, we left the home grounds in the month of june And to canny shiels we soon were bearing With a hundred cran of the silver darlings That we'd taken from the shoals of herring now your up on deck, you're a fisherman You can swear and show a manly bearing Take your turn on watch with the other fellows While you're searching for the shoals of herring in the stormy seas and the living gales Just to earn your daily bread your daring From the dover straits to the faroe islands, As your following the shoals of herring o, I earned me keep and I paid me way And I eaned the gear I was wearing Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes We were sailing after shoals of herring