Motley Words

O what’ll we dae with the Herrrin’s heid
What’ll we dae with the Herrrin’s heid
We’ll mak it into loaves of breed.

Herrin’s heid, loaves of breed,
And all sorts of things,

Of all the fish that swim in the sea
The Herrin it is the fish for me.
Sing
Falala laido Falala laido Falala laido lai day

And what’ll we dae with the Herrin’s eyes
What’ll we dae with the Herrin’s eyes
We’ll mak them into puddings and pies

Herrin’s eyes, puddings and pies,
Herrin’s heid, loaves of breed,
And all sorts of things,

Herrin’s fins — needles and pins
Herrin’s back — laddie called Jack
Herrin’s belly — we’ll mak a lassie and christen her Nelly
Herrin’s tail — we’ll make a boat wi a beautiful sail