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48
HERRINGS ARE IN THE BAY!
Herrings are in the bay! Herrings are in the bay!
In with the nets, with laugh and shout,
The sea's in a ripple for miles about,
It flashes with silver miles away.
Up with the sail!—pull out, pull out!
Our lasses will scorn, our gude-wives flout
The laggard who long on shore will stay,
When herrings are in the bay.
In with the nets, with laugh and shout,
The sea's in a ripple for miles about,
It flashes with silver miles away.
Up with the sail!—pull out, pull out!
Our lasses will scorn, our gude-wives flout
The laggard who long on shore will stay,
When herrings are in the bay.
Herrings are in the bay! Herrings are in the bay!
Well may our lasses look their best,
And hurry us off with jeer and jest;
Our women may well look glad to-day.
Shout it again and make them blest,
The cry that they love of all cries the best;
The cry that wins gold to make them gay,
When herrings are in the bay.
Well may our lasses look their best,
And hurry us off with jeer and jest;
Our women may well look glad to-day.
Shout it again and make them blest,
The cry that they love of all cries the best;
The cry that wins gold to make them gay,
When herrings are in the bay.
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