Come all ye bold fishermen, listen to me
I'll sing you a song of the fish of the sea.
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go

First comes the bluefish a-wagging his tail
He comes up on deck and yells, "All hands make sail!"
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go

Next comes the eels with their nimble tails
They jumped up aloft and loosed all the sails
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go

Next comes the herrings with their little tails
They manned sheets and halyards and set all the sails
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go

Next comes the porpoise with his short snout
He jumps on the bridge and yells ,"Ready, about!"
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go

Next comes the swordfish, the scourge of the sea
The order he gives is, "Helm's a-lee!"
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go

Next comes the turbot, as red as a beet
He shouts from the bridge, "Trim in that foresheet!"
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go

Next comes the whale, the biggest of all
Singing out from the bridge," Haul taut, mains'l haul!"
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go

Then comes the mackerel with his striped back
He flopped on the bridge and yelled "Board the main tack!"
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go

Then comes the codfish with his chucklehead
Out in the main chains for a heave of the lead
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go

Up jumps the flounder, so close to the ground,
Cryin' "Mind your lead, chucklehead, mind where you sound."
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go

Along comes the shark with his three rows of teeth
He flops on the foreyard and takes a snug reef
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go

Up jumps the fisherman, stalwart and grim
And with his big net he scoops 'em all in
Blow, ye winds westerly, westerly blow
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go
We're bound to the south'ard, so steady we go