"Hevva, hevva", Bowsman Grab your nets and put to sea Keep an eye upon the Huer and the haze Bowsman, guide your crew Steer your oarsmen straight and true Keep her safe, hold her steady as she sways November brings the herring And October brings the hake The storms of winter keep us firm ashore We'll be crabbing in the spring Hauling mackerel as we sing And in summer we put pilchard into store Row, boys, row Row against the tide, boys Hear the Huer cry, boys, row Row, boys, row We'll catch them on the run, boys Row until you're done, boys, row Empty baskets line the deck The shoal is moving east Our seine-boats form a circle with the net The Huer's off to bake the welcome Hevva cake Our load is full, our shirts are wet with sweat The womenfolk will clean them all And stack them high and dry Our cellars fill with salt and silver scales Then our daily toil Will be to press them for the oil To see us through the winter storms and gales Row, boys, row Row against the tide, boys Hear the Huer cry, boys, row Row, boys, row We'll catch them on the run, boys Row until you're done, boys, row And then we'll drink the health of Catholic folk And to the Pope They can search the whole world over, pole to pole May they all repent and extend their term of Lent For there's nothing quite like pilchard For the saving of the soul Row, boys, row Row against the tide, boys Hear the Huer cry, boys, row Row, boys, row We'll catch them on the run, boys Row until you're done, boys, row Row, boys, row Row against the tide, boys Hear the Huer cry, boys, row Row, boys, row We'll catch them on the run, boys Row until you're done, boys, row Row until you're done, boys, row
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