I was stationed in Thurso, Scotland from 1965 to 1967. They had their own version of Tatties n Herrin. These are the words, with an attempt at dialect, as best I can remember.

Tatties n Herrin

The King came for fowlk tae fight the foe
It was not tae Week or tae Lybster did go
But he came up tae Thirsa for the brave and the darin
For the lads that were broucht up on Tatties n Herrin

Chorus
Tatties n herrin, Murkle Bay herrin
For the lads that were broucht up on Tatties n Herrin

Ye auld fisher fowlk ye ken them weel
On Saturday nichts they are drinkin their fill
On Sundays and Mondays they're nae muckle carin
For the rest of the week they're on Tatties and Herrin

Chorus.

The air was vaguely similar and the first verse seems to be based on part of the versions of the original.
Thirsa = Thurso
Murkle Bay is a local bay.
Week = Wick