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With[C] our nets and [Am]gear we're[G] far[C]ing
On[C] the wild and waste[F]ful[C] oc[G]ean.
Its there[C] that
we[F] hunt and we[C] earn[G] our[Am] bread
As we[C] hunted[F] for the shoals of[G] herr[C]ing
O[C] it was a fine
and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbor I was[G] faring
As a[C] cabinboy on a sailing[Am] lugger
For to go and[C]
hunt the[F] shoals of[G] herr[C]ing
O the work was hard and the hours long
And the treatment, sure it took some
bearing
There was little kindness and the kicks were many
As we hunted for the shoals of herring
O we fished
the Swarth and the Broken Bank
I was cook and I'd a quarter sharing
And I used to sleep standing on my feet
And I'd
dream about the shoals of herring
O we left the homegrounds in the month of June
And to Canny Shiels we soon were
bearing
With a hundred cran of silver darlings
That we'd taken from 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
While you're
searching for the shoals of herring
In the stormy seas and the living gales
Just to earn your daily bread you're
daring
From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands
As you're following the shoals of herring
O 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
sailing after shoals of herring
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