a fishing we will go

We're sailing blue
And whistling tunes,
Upon our lips
We float and dip,
The tide is high
Oh me oh my
A fishing we will go

To catch the catch!
Oh what a fish!
I feel it now
I pull and lift,
From the water
a great old Groper
A fishing we will go

And here a school
of silver herring
by and by they slip
and steering
down and up and
side to side
A fishing we will go

Look by the rocks
on sandy floor,
The flat-head waits
for our sweet bait,
And with a snatch
he grabs our line
A fishing we will go

Under sea
beneath the waves
Lurking lowly
in his cave
Lobster hides
his bead black eyes
A fishing we will go

Sleightly hidden
with white sand
A monster with a
gammy hand
Squid! He's
sucking off our bait!
A fishing we will go

And when the dark
has come at last
And sky's gold
twighlight has been cast
And all the fish
come out to feast
A fishing we will go

Until a time
our stomachs' cry
"Cook up these fish
in battered fry
and serve them hot
with beer and fries"
A fishing we will go