歌词
The herring loves the moonlight
The mackerel loves the wind
But the oyster loves the dredging sang
For it comes o' gentler kin
Jeery ory alie, weel row'd five men
As weel as your ten
The oysters are a gentle thing
They wouldnae talk unless you sing
Come buy my oysters aff the bing
To serve the sheriff and the king
And the commons o' the land
And the commons o' the sea
Hey-how, Harry-O
Many a boat skail'd the ferry
Many a bonny fishing boat
Tell me a true note
True note, true sang
I've dreg'ed ower lang
"Ower lang, ower late"
Quo' the haddock tae the scate
Quo' the scate tae the eel
"Cock nae I my tail weel?"
Pull weel tae the shore
Hey, Harry, rest your oar
Jeery ory alie, weel row'd five men
As weel as your ten
The oysters are a gentle thing
They wouldnae talk unless you sing
Come buy my oysters aff the bing
To serve the sheriff and the king
And the commons o' the land
And the commons o' the sea
