The Herring (2012 Remaster) - The Dubliners

作曲：The Dubliners/Traditional

There was a poor thing

That flowed in with the tide

It was forty feet long boys

And forty feet wide

And we called it the herring

That came it with the tide

Take him away and don't delay

One your leg two your leg

Three your leg

Throw your leg over me Johnny sez she

Well what do you

Think we made out of his head

But the grandest oul oven

That ever baked bread

With me herrings and heads

And oven baked breads

Take him away and don't delay

One your leg two your leg

Three your leg

Throw your leg

Over me Johnny sez she

Well what do you think we

Made out of his eyes

But lovely big pair of blue butterflies

With me herrings

And heads and oven baked breads

Herrings and eyes and blue butterflies

Take him away and don't delay

One your leg two your leg three your leg

Throw your leg over me Johnny sez she

Well what do you think

We made out of his back

But lovely big sailor

And we called him Jack

With me herrings and heads

And oven baked breads

Herrings and eyes and blue butterflies

Herrings and backs

And sailors called Jack

Take him away and don't delay

One your leg two your leg

Three your leg

Throw your leg

Over me Johnny sez she

Well what do you think

We made out of his belly

But lovely looking girl and

We christened her Nellie

With me herrings and heads

And oven baked breads

Herrings and eyes and blue butterflies

Herrings and backs

And sailors called Jack

Herrings and bellies and girls called Nellies

Take him away and don't delay

One your leg two your leg three your leg

Throw your leg over me Johnny sez she

Well what do you

Think we made out of his fins

But a grand big box of needles and pins

With me herrings and heads

And oven baked breads

Errings and eyes and blue butterflies

Herrings and backs and sailors called Jack

Herrings and bellies and girls called Nellie

Herrings and fins and needles and pins

Take him away and don't delay

One your leg two your leg three your leg

Throw your leg over me Johnny sez she

Well what do you think

We made out of his tails

But the grandest oul

Ship boys that ever set sail

With me herrings and heads

And oven baked breads

Herrings and eyes and blue butterflies

Herrings and backs and sailors called Jack

Herrings and bellies and girls called Nellie

Herrings and fins and needles and pins

Herrings and tails and ships setting sail

Take him away and don't delay

One your leg two your leg three your leg

Throw your leg over me Johnny sez she

Well come all you young ladys

That are tryin' to prude

The next two verses are awfully rude

So if you don't like them

You can be on your way

Take him away and don't delay

One your leg two your leg three your leg

Throw your leg over me Johnny sez she