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 Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman You can swear and show a manly bearing Take your turn on watch with the other fellows As you're 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 miles, caught ten million fishes We're dream about the shoals of herring Night and day, the seas were daring Come wind, oh call our winter gale Sweating or cold, growing up Growing old or dying As we're dream about the shoals of herring