As many fine fishes as swim with the tide
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Sing aberamvane, sing aberoling
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My herrings the king of them all in their pride
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Sing aberamvane, sing aberoling
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Sing fishes, sing tide, sing king, sing pride
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Sing aberamvane, sing aberoling
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And indeed I have more of my herring to sing
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Sing aberamvane, sing aberoling
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What do you think I made of his eyes?
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Forty five puddings and forty five pies
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What do you think I made of his mouth?
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As many red cherries as grow in the South
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What do you think I made of his tail?
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The finest ship that ever set sail
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What do you think I made of his belly?
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A sweet little girl and her name it was Nelly
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The man in the wilderness said to me
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"How many strawberries grow in the sea?"
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I answered him as I thought goo
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"As many red herring as grow in the wood."
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The Herring Song
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Robin Williamson |