With our nets and gear we're faring
On the wild and wasteful ocean
It's out there on the deep,
that we harvest and reap our bread
As we hunt the pony shores of Herring
It was an affair and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth Harbour I was farin'
As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger
For to hunt the bonnie shoals of Herring
And the treatment sure it
And I used to sleep standing on my feet
As I dreamed about the shoals of herring
Now we left the home grounds
That we've taken from the
And you're following the shoals of herring
You can swear or show a manly pairing
Take your turn on deck with
On the stormy seas and the living gales
I earned the gear that I was wearing
Sailed ten thousand miles,
caught ten million fishes
As we hunted for the shoals of herring
Come winter wave or winter gale
Growing up , growing old, or dy ing