Oh, come all you gallant fishermen that plough the stormy seas
The whole year round on the fishing grounds
On 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 the 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 Fraserborough 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 try your luck at the North Sea Holes
And 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 away for the curing shed
And the buyers on the Yarmouth quay (*)

Come all you gallant fishermen that plough the stormy sea
The whole year round on the fishing grounds
On the Northern Minch and the Norway Deeps
On the banks and knolls of the North Sea Holes
Where the herring shoals are found


(*) This is the original sentence, but The Pogues sing something different.