Ok here we go. The words are transcribed from an old tape - 'Fridarey Folk' by Burrian ( and I lost the sleeve notes - oops)

THE FISHER LASSIE

I'm a fish-guttin' lassie, guttin' herrin's me trade
I'll never be wealthy, nae fortunes I've made
For tenpence a barrel is all we are paid
Life's hard wi' the herrin' shoal

Chorus:
For we'll gut an' well clean an' we'll salt them away
Fill all the barrels and get a day's pay
And when the job's over we'll be on our way
We'll follow the herrin' shoal

For the work is gey hard and the weather is cauld
But we sing as we wait for the catch of pure gold
When the drifters sail in, what a sight we'll behold
Hurrah for the herrin' shoal

For we'll gut and we'll clean in the sun and the rain
Back almost breakin', hands stiff wi' pain,
But when next season comes, we'll be back here again,
Along wi' the herrin' shoal

any errors are mine!
madwaff