As we were a-fishing off Happisburgh light
Shooting and hauling and trawling all night
In the windy old weather, stormy old weather
When the wind blows we all pull together

When up jumped a herring, the queen(king) of the sea
Says “Now, old skipper, you cannot catch me,”
In the windy old weather, stormy old weather
When the wind blows we all pull together

We sighted a Thresher-a-slashin’ his tail
“Time now Old Skipper to hoist up your sail.”
In the windy old weather, stormy old weather
When the wind blows we all pull together

And up jumps a Slipsole as strong as a horse
Says now, “Old Skipper you’re miles off course
”In the windy old weather, stormy old weather
When the wind blows we all pull together

Then along comes plaice-who’s got spots on his side, Says “Not much longer-these seas you can ride.”
In the windy old weather, stormy old weather
When the wind blows we all pull together

Then up rears a conger-as long as a mile
“Winds coming east’ly”-he says with a smile
In the windy old weather, stormy old weather
When the wind blows we all pull together
I think what these fishes are sayin’ is right
We’ll haul up our gear now an’ steer for the light
In the windy old weather, stormy old weather
When the wind blows we all pull together