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