The Herring’s Head
What’ll I do with me herring’s head?
Oh, what’ll I do with me herring’s head?
I’ll turn it into a loaf o’ bread,
Herring’s head, loaf o’ bread,
And all manner o’ things.
Chorus: Of all the fish that’s in the sea,
The herring is the one for me,
How are you the day, how are you the day
How are you the day, my hinny-o?
What’ll I do with me herring’s eyes?
I’ll turn ’em into puddings and pies,
Herring’s eyes, puddings and pies,
Herring’s head, loaf o’ bread,
And all manner o’ things.
What’ll I do with me herring’s fins?
I’ll turn ’em into needles and pins,
Herring’s fins, needles and pins,
Herring’s eyes, puddings and pies,
Herring’s head, loaf o’ bread,
And all manner o’ things.
What’ll I do with me herring’s belly?
I’ll turn it into a lass called Nelly,
Herring’s belly, a lass called Nelly, etc.
What’ll I do with me herring’s back?
I’ll turn it into a lad called Jack,
Herrings back, a lad called Jack, etc.
What’ll I do with me herring’s tail?
I’ll turn it into a boat that sails,
Herring’s tail, a boat that sails, etc.