T Bone Burnett - The Shoals Of Herring lyrics

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 up on deck, you're a fisherman you can swear and show a manly bearing take your turn and watch with the other fellas as you 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 I sailed a million miles, caught ten million fishes we were dreaming of the shoals - of herring Night and day the seas were daring come wind or come our winter gale sweating or cold; growing up, growing old, or dying as we dreamed about the shoals of herring