I have a newish one about a relative from Croatia who actually did fish the sardines in the Adriatic. Then he comes to Seattle (by way of South Africa where he acquired diamonds) and works on the docks as a fish packer and his brother was a box builder, or vise versa.

Tune is I ride an old paint

I maka the box I packa the fish
I lay them out nice and tight flat as you wish
I take to the market I pack in the ice
Oh my dear fishes now don't you like nice

Swim around, swim around
The country we live in is called Puget Sound

I come from the old world I fish the sardine
They call me a WOP here now what do that mean
I work with the Chinaman Musselman Greek
All color they come in all language they speak

Swim around swim around
The country we live in is called Puget Sound

My brother Domingo he work on the docks
He painta the picture that go on the box
He make the fish happy he jump in the air
Oh my dear fishes I catcha you there

Swim around swim around
The country we live in is called Puget Sound

I tella my sons you go to the sea
You be the captain not fishpack like me
I sitta them down and many times told
The sea is the silver the fish is the gold

Swim around swim around
The country we live in is called Puget Sound