| Come all you gallant fishermen that plough the stormy sea,
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| The whole year round on the fishing grounds
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| On the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps,
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| On the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes
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| Where the herring shoals are found.
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| It’s there you’ll find the Norfolk boys and the lads from Peterhead,
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| There’s Buckie chiels and men from Shields,
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| On the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps,
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| On the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes
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| Where the herring shoals are found.
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| From Fraserborough and Aberdeen, from Whitby, Yarmouth Town,
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| The fleet’s away at the break of day
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| To the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps,
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| To the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes
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| Where the herring shoals are found.
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| It’s off with a boiler full of steam and your engine spic and span
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| To fish the grounds the North Sea round
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| And fish and knolls and the North Sea Holes
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| And try your luck at the North Shields Gut
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| With a catch of a hundred cran.
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| No need to wait for the wind and tide, you’re the master of the sea,
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| Come calm or squall, just shoot and haul
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| And fill the hold with the fish to be sold
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| And steam ahead for the curing shed
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| And the buyers on the Yarmouth quay.
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| Come all you gallant fishermen that plough the stormy sea,
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| The whole year round on the fishing grounds
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| On the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps,
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| On the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes
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| Where the herring shoals are found. |