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Oh you who look down on me with that judgement in your eyes
          Dm                             C
While the jury picks its fate for me I'd have you save your size
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As a child with no family I was begging in the street
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When great fortune came and made me a herring girl

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I don't come from there islands from England I have grown
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And born in Great Yarmouth that is my native home
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In autumn when the girls all chased the fish down from the north 
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How I longed that I would one day be a herring girl

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A young girl down from Aberdeen took sick into her bed
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I asked if there was work and down to Rona I was led
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Oh she smiled at the height of me and said that I would do
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And as a packer I was joined to be a herring girl

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The season started up in Scotland, I'd just turned 16
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And Rona she's the greatest gutter Stornoway has seen
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At 80 fish a minute, and with Mary not much less
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We 3 were famed as the best crew of herring girls

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Saturday was dancing day and the boys were in the town
        Dm                            C
We were packing up and clean off and heading for our room
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When a stranger crept behind us in an alley out the back
       F               C               A#
Out to catch himself a couple of fresh herring girls

      Dm                           C
Oh so suddenly he was on us and he knocked me to the ground
   Dm                                 C
He pinned our Rona by the neck so she couldn't make a sound
     F             Dm            F                  C
But from her apron pocket fell a knife so clean and sharp
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I've taught that man the price of fishing for a herring girl

   Dm                                 C
Oh you who look down on me with that judgement in your eyes
          Dm                             C
While the jury picks its fate for me I'd have you save your size
        F              Dm           F            C
For I'd gladly do the same again to any man that tries 
   F                       C             A#            Dm
To test his luck and take advantage of a herring girl


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