The Dubliners – The Bonny Shoals Of Herring (Guitar)

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With our nets and gear we're faring

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On the wild and wasteful ocean.

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It's there on the deep that we harvest and reap our bread

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As we hunt the bonny shoals of herring.

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Oh it was a fine and a pleasant day

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Out of Yarmouth harbour I was faring

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As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger

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For to hunt the bonny shoals of herring

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O, the work was hard and the hours were long

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And the treatment sure it took some bearing

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There was little kindness and the kicks were many

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As we hunted for the shoals of herring

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O, we left the home grounds in the month of June

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And to canny Shields we soon were bearing

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With a hundred cran of the silver darlings

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That we'd taken from the shoals of herring

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Now you're up on deck, you're a fisherman

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You can swear and show a manly bearing

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Take your turn on watch with the other fellows

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While you're searching for the shoals of herring

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O, we fished the Sward and the Broken Bank

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I was a cook and I'd a quarter-sharing

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And I used to sleep, standing on me feet

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And I'd dream about the shoals of herring

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You're net rope man now, boy you're on the move

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And you're learning all about seafaring

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That's your education, scraps of navigation

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As you hunt the bonny shoals of herring

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In the stormy seas and the living gales

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Just to earn your daily bread you're daring

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From the Dover Straits to the Faroe Islands

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As you're following the shoals of herring

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O, I earned my keep and I paid my way

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And I earned the gear that I was wearing

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Sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes

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We were sailing after shoals of herring

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Night and day the sea we're daring,

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Come wind or come winter gale,

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Sweating or cold, growing up or growing old or dying,

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While we're hunting for the shoals of herring