Cameroon Herring
Yuan McColl

Or that he was fine and pleasant day.
The Yarmouth Port faring hut,
I was born in the surf,
Oger to go to hunt swarms of herring.

Or that the work was hard and long hours
And the treatment was sure that with some.
There is a lack of compassion and kicked many of the fugitive
We swarms of herring.

We in the fishing or Swarth and break the bank.
I Cook and I say fourth-sharing,
And I sleep, and stand on its own feet,
And I say that the dream of Cameroon herring

Or left home basis in the month of June
And we warned Chels, as he was soon
With the 100th silver Krahn dear
Say we take fractions of herring.

So far you on deck, you are a fisherman.
And I swear to you to show any manly,
Taking on your rights with other colleagues,
As you look for swarms of herring.

Blown by the wind and storms
That live only to earn your daily bread, you boldly.
The Strait of Dover to the Faroe Islands,
You are after swarms of herring.

Or happened to me, and I keep a special way for me,
And I won tasks was wearing.
Sailed million miles, seized ten million fish -
Has departed after swarms of herring.