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Shoals of Herring - The Dubliners

With our nets and gear we're faring

On the wild and wasteful ocean

It's out there on the deep

We harvest and reap our bread

As we hunt the bonny shoals of herring

Oh it was a fine and a pleasant day

Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring

As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger

We were following the 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 hunting for the shoals of herring

Now we fished the Swarth and the Broken Bank

I was cook and I'd a quarter share in

And I used to sleep standing on me feet

As we hunted for the shoals of herring

We left the home grounds in the month of June

And for Canny Shiels we soon were bearing

With a hundred cran of the silver darlings

That we'd taken from the shoals of herring

In the stormy seas and the living gales

Just to earn your daily bread you're faring

From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands

And you're hunting for the 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 were hunting after shoals of herring

You're net rope man now bor you're on the move

And you're learning all about sea faring

That's your education scraps of navigation

As you hunt the bonny shoals of herring

Night and day the seas were daring

Come wind or calm or winter gales

Sweating or cold growing up growing old or dying

As you hunt the bonny shoals of herring