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Where do you go, little herring,
What do you see, tail and fin?
"Blue and green, cold and dark, seaweed growing high
Hills a hundred fathom deep where the dead men lie
Dogfish eyes and mackerel's eyes and they hunger after me
Net or weir, I don't care, catch me if you can."
Where do you go, little boat,
Tar and timber, plank and sail?
"I go to green bays, lift them under me
Cold, gray, combing seas come to bury me
Rocky jaws and stony claws and they hunger after me
Harbors cold, deep and bold, wish that I could see."
What do you see, fisherman,
Born a sailor, blood and bone?
"Mackerel skies, mares' tails, reef and furl and steer
Poor haul and hungry days, rotten line and gear
Snow-wind and winter gales and oh, they hunger after me
Net or weir, I don't care, catch you if I can."
Where do you go, little herring,
What do you see, tail and fin?
"Blue and green, cold and dark, seaweed growing high
Hills a hundred fathom deep where the fisherman lie
Dogfish eyes and mackerel's eyes and oh, they hunger after me
Net or weir, I don't care, catch me if you can."
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