Oh it was a fine and a pleasant day ) Out of Yarmouth harbor 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 show a manly barren Take your turn and watch with the other fellas As you hunt the bonnie shoals of herring Well I earned my keep and I paid my way And I earned the gear that I was wearing I sailed a million mile, caught ten million fishes We were dreaming of the shoals of herring Night and day the seas were daring Come wind oh come more winter again Sweating or cold, growing up, growing old, Or dying As we dream about the shoals of herring