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With our nets and gear we're faring |
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On the wild and wasteful ocean. |
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Its there that we hunt and we earn our bread |
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As we hunted for the shoals of herring |
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O it was a fine and a pleasant day |
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Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring |
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As a cabinboy on a sailing lugger |
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For to go and hunt the shoals of herring |
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O the work was hard and the hours long |
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And the treatment, sure it took some bearing |
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There was little kindness and the kicks were many |
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As we hunted for the shoals of herring |
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O we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank |
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I was cook and I'd a quarter sharing |
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And I used to sleep standing on my feet |
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And I'd dream about the shoals of herring |
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O we left the homegrounds in the month of June |
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And to Canny Shiels we soon were bearing |
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With a hundred cran of silver darlings |
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That we'd taken from the shoals of herring |
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Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman |
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You can swear and show a manly bearing |
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Take your turn on watch with the other fellows |
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While you're searching for the shoals of herring |
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In the stormy seas and the living gales |
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Just to earn your daily bread you're daring |
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From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands |
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As you're following the shoals of herring |
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O I earned my keep and I paid my way |
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And I earned the gear that I was wearing |
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Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes |
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We were sailing after shoals of herring |
