Lyrics:
What do you think I made of my red herring's head?
The very best oven that ever baked bread.
There's quarterns, half quarterns and other fine things,
the shoals of herring
O it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring
As a cabinboy on a sailing lugger
For to go and hunt
When I'm in the mood for love,
You're in the mood for herring.
When I'm in the mood for herring,
You're in the mood for love.
Love is a fragile
hallucinating life
The red herring
The death-sharing counterfeit
The soul-failing
Illusions of sure content
The red herring
The red herring
Along with strange
right well
As they fight to take a living from the sea
With the pleasant rolling sea and the herring running free
And the fleet all riding gently
Let me be your little red herring
And baby tell me that you'll be mine
Run your hands through my long red hair and
Tell me you'll stay the night this
on the quayside
With the other fisher folk
They told me they were Alchemists
Back in the days of old
Travelling Scotland's herring towns
Turning silver into gold
In this windy old weather
Stormy old weather, boys when the wind blows
We'll all go together
Up jumped the herring the king of the sea
He sang out
of herring
O it was a fine and a pleasant day
Out of Yarmouth harbor I was faring
As a cabin boy on a sailing lugger
For to go and hunt the shoals
as other groups originally the
Dead Salmon, they became, for a while, Trout
Then fried Trout, then Poached Trout In A
White Wine Sauce, and finally
Herring
herrings to chase
And it never was a race
But you want to be first place
So it's time you know your next mistake
You disconnected feelings from the heart
You
go
Heel for heel and toe for toe
Arm and arm and row and row
All for Mhairi's wedding
Plenty herring, plenty meal
Plenty fish to fill the creel
Plenty
burning, yearning for you?
Era leggiera, e come una fairy, e sue shoes numero nine
Herring boxes senza topses
Sandale per Clementina, si, per
blaring
I stop sharing, stop caring
That's my one red herring
(I've got a million red herrings)
I work at a fucking fish shop
Disks stop spinning
They flop
Yeah that's my old third man
Saw her when she walked in
Her patience little thinner, but she's still smellin' fresher the herring
Oh, I don't care if
Red herring reality
Where plastic plants grow from plastic pots
And there's nothing that is not
For sale
I was in Forbury gardens
When I saw a man
the promotion Capleton tell them
We only lotion woman
Big ship sailing on the ocean
High grade weed a my potion
Red Herring leaf
Make it so strong
Feel like a big
As many fine fishes as swim with the tide
Sing aberamvane, sing aberoling
My herrings the king of them all in their pride
Sing aberamvane, sing
KNIGHT: Then, when you have found the shrubbery, you must
cut down the mightiest tree in the forest... with... a herring!
[dramatic chord]
ARTHUR: We
the locker the lads on the ropes
The fellows in the hold to our hauling the nets
And shaking the herring out on to the deck
With a heave and a haul
back home
[Chorus]
The currachs are sailing way out on the blue
Laden with herring of silvery hue
Silver the herring and silver the sea
And soon
And what do you wish?"
The old moon asked the three
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beatiful sea
Nets of silver and gold
Laden with herring of silvery hue
Oh, silver the herring, silver the sea
Soon there'll be silver for baby and me
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind
and what do you wish?
The old moon asked the three
Well, we're going out fishing for herring fish
That live in the beautiful sea
And some silver
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