Caller Herrin

CHORUS:  Wha'll buy caller herrin'?
         They're bonnie fish and halesome farin'
         Buy my caller herrin'
         New drawn from the Forth.

When ye were sleepin' on your pillows,
Dreamt ye aught of our poor fellows,
Darkling as they fac'd the billows,
A' to fill our woven willows.

An' when the creel o' herrin' passes,
Ladies clad in silks and laces,
Gather in their braw pelisses,
Toss their heads and screw their faces.

Noo, neebor wives, come tent my tellin'
When the bonnie fish you're sellin',
At a word be aye your dealin',
Truth will stand when a' things failin'.

CODA: Wha'll buy my caller herrin'?
      They're no brought here without brave darin'
      Buy my caller herrin',
      Ye little ken their worth.
      Wha'll buy my caller herrin'?
      O ye may ca' them vulgar farin';
      Wives and mithers, maist despairin',
      Ca them lives o' men.

Buy my caller herrin'...

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