Herring (music - Martha Woods, lyrics - trad., adapted by Martha Woods)

As I walked over the salt sea sand,

Herring, oh herring

I picked up a herring all in my right hand

Don’t you think that that was a fine herring?!

And what do you think that I made of his head?

Herring, oh herring

As fine a great oven that ever baked bread,

Don’t you think that that was a fine herring?!

And what do you think that I made of his tail?

Herring, oh herring

As fine brave frigate that ever set sail,

Don’t you think that that was a fine herring?!

And what do you think that I made of his ribs?

Herring, oh herring

Forty new cradles and fifty new cribs,

Don’t you think that that was a fine herring?!

And what do you think that I made of his fins?

Herring, oh herring

Forty brave needles and fifty brave pins,

Don’t you think that that was a fine herring?!

So, of all of the fishes that swim in the sea,

Herring, oh herring

The herring is the fish for me,

Don’t you think that that was a fine

Think that that was a fine

Oh, what a jolly fine herring!