They’re no brought here without brave darin’,
Buy my caller herrin’,
Hauled through wind and rain.
Wha’ll buy my caller herrin’?
Oh, ye may ca’ them vulgar farin’;
Wives and mithers, ’maist despairin’,
Ca’ them lives o’ men.
When the creel o’ herrin’ passes,
Ladies, clad in silks and laces,
Gather in their braw pelisses,