Oh herring, our harvest that fishermen glean
Where flashes the silver through deep ocean green,
And when herring harvest reach old Aberdeen,
They're known as the silver darlin's. CHORUS

The boats leave the harbour, their wakes spreadin' wide
And empty they roll with the swell of the tide.
Oh, soon may their hatches be thrown open wide
With a catch of the silver darlin's. CHORUS

There's ice on the riggin' and death down below,
With the gales screaming wild and the lamps hangin' low.
The wives and the sweethearts are women who know
The price of the silver darlin's. CHORUS

These words are from the CD "Lines Upon The Water," Gaye Anthony & Trish Norman. I don't know who wrote it, or if there are other words. The CD has some lovely songs on, though.