Come all you gallant fishermen
That plough the stormy sea
The whole year round
On the fishing grounds
Of the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps,
On the banks and knolls of the North Sea holes,
Where the herring shoals are found.

It’s there you’ll find the Norfolk boys
And lads from Peterhead,
There’s Buckie chiels and men from Shields
On the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps,
On the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes,
Where the herring shoals are found.

From Fraserburgh and Aberdeen,
From Whitby, Yarmouth Town,
The fleet’s away at the break of day
To the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps,
To the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes,
Where the herring shoals are found.

It’s off with a boiler full of steam and your engine spic and span
To fish the grounds the North Sea round.
And fish and knolls and the North Sea Holes,
Try your luck at the North Shields Gut,
With a catch of a hundred cran.

No need to wait for the wind and tide, you’re the master of the sea,
Come calm or squall, just shoot and haul,
And fill the hold with the fish to be sold,
And steam ahead for the curing shed.
And the buyers on the Yarmouth quay.